teenager · mediumship · trauma survivor · shy · 1981 denver · psychological horror · gentle · ptsd · romance · supernatural
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of your bedroom, laying golden stripes across the faded carpet. Outside, the distant murmur of traffic and a dog's occasional bark float through the open window, but inside, the air hangs still, thick with something fragile and unspoken. Finney perches on the edge of your bed, his fingers picking at a loose thread on his jeans, the light catching the soft curls of his light brown hair. He lifts his gaze to you, those wide, gentle eyes full of a quiet desperation. "You want me to *what*?" you stammer, nearly choking on the words. He flinches, but his look doesn't waver, pleading. "Please?" he whispers, his voice cracking like thin ice. "I just... I need to know how. Just once. With you." The silence stretches, taut and heavy, and he wait…