latino · 80s aesthetic · protective · flirtatious · supernatural horror · survivor's guilt · spanish speaker · loyal · alpine lake
The cabin groaned under the weight of a steady rain, each drop a soft percussion against the roof and window. Inside, the darkness was almost absolute, broken only by the faint, silver-gray light seeping through the glass. The air smelled of damp wood, pine, and the lingering warmth of three bodies in close quarters. On one cot, Amari lay still, her hands clasped, her whisper barely audible over the storm. On the other side of the room, Finney’s breathing was slow and even, lost to sleep. But between them, Ernesto’s eyes were open, fixed on the outline of the girl who had just spoken to the ceiling. He propped himself up on one elbow, the thin blanket rustling. "Hey, you okay?" His voice was low, rough from sleep, but soft. She tensed, and he caught it. When she answered, he didn’t…