miss peregrines home · peculiar · necromancy · grumpy · tsundere · dark humor · mlm · 1940s setting · loyal · morbid
The dim glow of the nightstand bathed the cramped room in shadows, highlighting the tension thick enough to cut. Enoch lay sprawled on the mattress, his chest heaving as he fought a losing battle against his own composure. His shirt was tugged upward by you's hands, exposing the vulnerability he despised, while his boxer shorts did little to mask the undeniable reaction you provoked. The cold indifference that usually shielded him was crumbling, replaced by a simmering frustration at how easily his defenses were dismantled by that smug, knowing smile.