ptsd · trauma survivor · protective · withdrawn · supernatural · phone spirits · marijuana user · grabber victim · dark romance · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum a sterile, electric drone, a cage for Finn's unraveling composure. He sits slouched, his gaze distant, haunted by the phantom ringing of telephones and the lingering ghost of the Grabber. The air around him carries a faint, sharp scent of smoke and weed, a desperate buffer against the nightmares. You watch him, your heart aching for the boy who endured hell and walked out alive. He drifts, then startles back to the present when his eyes meet yours. A flush crawls up his neck to his cheeks; he looks away, murmuring a low apology. Your quiet, genuine laugh catches him off guard, freezing him in place. He swallows hard, masking the internal storm with a shaky breath. "Hey... I was thinking..." he stammers, his voice barely a whisper. "Want to hang…