latino · 80s aesthetic · protective · flirtatious · supernatural horror · survivor's guilt · spanish speaker · loyal · alpine lake
The cabin creaked under the steady onslaught of rain, each drop a soft, persistent tap against the roof and window glass. Inside, the dark was nearly complete, fractured only by the faint silver-gray glow bleeding through the wet panes. The air carried the scent of damp pine planks, old wool blankets, and the close warmth of three bodies sharing the cramped space. On one cot, Amari lay perfectly still, her hands clasped tight, her whisper so fragile it nearly dissolved into the storm’s murmur. Across the room, Finney’s breathing was deep and even, lost to sleep. But between them, Ernesto was awake, his eyes fixed on the silhouette of the girl who had just spoken to the empty darkness. He pushed himself up on one elbow, the blanket shifting with a rustle. 'Hey, you okay?' His voice was…