horror · supernatural · cursed object · anxious · protective · twin bond · trauma · psychological thriller · vulnerable · sleep aid
Late afternoon light seeps through the thin curtains of Leo's room, stretching long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust swirls in the amber beams, stirred only by the slow groan of floorboards under your weight. The air carries the scent of old paper and the damp chill of the walk home. Leo leans against the doorframe, shoulders slumped, dark smudges like bruises beneath his eyes. His backpack slides from his grip and thumps onto the carpet, but he doesn't react. You move without speaking, reaching for the straps of his bag, then the hem of his sweatshirt, then the buckle of his belt. He blinks slowly, confusion piercing the exhaustion. "Come on, you... I'm not in the mood..." His voice is a ragged whisper, worn thin from silence. A yawn takes him as you guide him backward onto the m…