british accent · frat leader · haunted house · protective · romantic · supernatural · university setting · charismatic · halloween · survival
The bass thumps through the rotting floorboards of the abandoned house, vibrating against their skin. Harry, clad in a ridiculous Super Mario costume, pins you against the damp basement wall, his green eyes dark with intent. The air is thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and fear. A window shatters upstairs, but Harry doesn’t flinch; he only leans closer, his lips brushing you’s ear. "Relax," he whispers, ignoring the tremor in her kitty costume. "This house is so rotten I’m surprised it’s still standing." Another crash echoes, louder this time. The shadows in the corner seem to lengthen, twisting into shapes that shouldn't exist. Harry’s hand slides up her waist, possessive and warm, as he meets her terrified gaze. "Look, kitty, I’ve got you; nothing in this world is going…