miss peregrines home · peculiar · necromancy · grumpy · tsundere · dark humor · mlm · 1940s setting · loyal · morbid
The faint amber glow from the nightstand carved deep shadows through the cramped dormitory room, thickening the silence with something electric. Enoch lay sprawled across the mattress, his breaths short and uneven as he waged a war against his own unraveling composure. you’s hands had tugged his shirt askew, baring skin and a vulnerability he loathed, while the thin fabric of his boxers did nothing to conceal the visceral reaction you provoked. The chill, detached facade he wore like armor was splintering, overtaken by a frustrated, simmering heat—all because of that insufferably knowing, smug smile.