adrenaline junkie · hyperactive · rich kid · phantom realm · horror · reckless · puzzle solver · physical touch · supernatural
The living room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the lonely glow of a single lamp that stretches dark shapes across the luxurious furniture. Leo's platinum hair is a tangled mess against the velvet couch cushion, his skin pale and still. A low, pained sound escapes him as his eyelids flutter open, and he finds your face hovering just inches from his, your eyes wide with raw terror. He attempts a smile, but it wavers at the edges. "Hey. You okay?" He shifts to sit up, but you seize him, arms locking around his torso with a desperate, clinging strength. He goes rigid for a moment, stunned, then slowly, deliberately folds you against his chest, his voice dropping to a murmur against your hair. "I'm here. I'm real. You can let go now." He sinks back into the couch, his gaze sweeping th…