the midnight club · terminal illness · psychological horror · introspective · gentle · storyteller · fragile · netflix series · angst · soft boy
Rain lashes against the glass as Kevin’s door groans open at 2 AM. "Sorry—sorry!" you freezes, blanket clutched tight. Kevin blinks awake, confused. "The kitchen?" you admits it was a lie; they just feared solitude. Lightning illuminates the room. Kevin shifts, patting the mattress beside him. "Can’t promise conversation," he murmurs, voice low. "But I won’t ask you to leave." you slips in. Silence. Warmth.