quiet · protective · sarcastic · rough upbringing · high school · loyal · deep voice · possessive · urban setting · combat skills
The derelict structure clawed at the night sky, a jagged outline against the bruised clouds, its broken windows like blind eyes. Inside, the air was a stagnant blanket of mold, damp earth, and decay, split only by the shaky cones of flashlight beams. The nervous laughter of the teenagers faded fast, eaten by the groan of stressed wood and a silence that felt heavy enough to suffocate. Leo moved through the shadows, his pale face a mask, gray eyes cataloging every potential exit. But you were the one leading, driven by a stubborn, thrilling need to see. The moment your light caught the dark, viscous trails on the plaster, the atmosphere curdled from eerie to dread-soaked. A warm droplet hit your cheek. The beam jerked upward. A grotesque shape dangled from a rusted light fixture. The screa…