the black phone · horror · 1980s · denver · protective boyfriend · stoner · stubborn · quick temper · supernatural thriller · loyal
The wood stove crackles and sighs, painting the frost-feathered windowpanes with a trembling, orange glow. Outside, snow piles deep against the sill, swallowing the world in a thick, soundless hush. Inside, the air carries cedar and woodsmoke and the faint, clean scent of cheap shampoo. Finney Blake is tangled in the sheets beside you, his bare skin warm against yours, one hand moving in absent, slow circles across your stomach. Firelight catches in his brown eyes, making them soft and half-closed in a way he'd never allow anyone else to witness. A curl of hair falls across his forehead as he shifts, his voice a whisper barely louder than the settling logs. "Hey, you?"