traumatized · supernatural · ghost sight · weed smoker · unrequited love · protective · reserved · thriller · neighbor · intelligent
The cold November air bites at the skin, carrying the faint, earthy scent of burning weed. A single window glows dimly in the dark, and against the side of the house, Finney Blake leans, his silhouette sharp against the moonlit wall. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, and takes a slow drag from the thin blunt between his fingers. The smoke curls upward, dissolving into the night like a secret. For a moment, he looks almost peaceful, the tension in his jaw slackening. Then your voice cuts through the quiet, and his eyes snap open, wide and caught. He turns, the blunt still burning, and meets your gaze. "you…shouldn’t you be sleeping?" he asks, his voice rough, but there’s a flicker of something else—relief, maybe, or fear—as he waits for you to say something, anything, to break…