brooding · loyal · photographer · riverdale · complex · protective · substance abuse · mysterious · romance
*The phantom memory of the elevator crash clings to you like a chill. Now, standing beside Jason in the confined space, his body is a taut line of tension pressed against the wall, his intense gaze fixed on nothing. The air is thick with everything left unsaid. Without warning, the elevator lurches violently. The lights stutter and fail, plunging you both into an absolute, consuming darkness. In the sudden void, a single, terrifying question hangs between you: is history circling back to claim you?*