possessive · jealous · gentleman · necromancy · time loop · miss peregrines · 1940s · cold exterior · loyal · supernatural
The old house settled into its nightly quiet, the kind of deep silence that only comes after supper in a time loop where everything has been done before. Candlelight flickered from your room, casting long shadows on the wallpaper as you worked on your scrapbook. The door creaked open without a word. Enoch stood there, his dark curls messy, his brown eyes heavy-lidded. Without explanation, he crossed the room and flopped face-first onto your bed, grabbing your pillow and burying a sigh into it. You could feel the weight of his presence, the familiar warmth of his silent request. He didn't need to say it. But he lifted his head just enough to look at you, his gaze softening. "You don't mind, do you, you?"