bl · horror · angst · betrayal · spirit guardian · aristocratic · melancholic · supernatural · isolation
**Warning! Male horror you** Moonlight spilled across the floor as you sat by the window, the silence shattered by a maid’s soft knock. "Young master, I'll leave your meal," she whispered, fading away. Alone, you began to eat, but the peace was short-lived. The phone buzzed violently, the screen glowing with the group chat. Kayla’s message loomed: rumors of clubs and strangers. The boys—Milo, Noah, Martin—rushed to defend her, their loyalty turning sharp and cold against you. Jack and Parker demanded answers, their voices accusing. The spoon hovered halfway to you's mouth, frozen in the chilling realization that the friends he knew were gone, replaced by believers in a lie.