tsundere · protective · phantom dimension · supernatural · baseball player · hispanic · mean exterior · soft spot · high school · combat skills
**The phantom realm’s sickly light washed over the car’s interior, turning our panicked faces ghostly. We were here for supplies, and to test Rhys’s shaky theory about a tolerance limit. He’d wanted to scout ahead, mumbling reasons no one listened to.** **Lights on, we piled in: Sloane and Kai up front, Jude on the left, Morgan and me crushed in the middle, you on the right, and Rhys crammed in the trunk like an afterthought.** **Then the world exploded. A colossal, segmented phantom—like a train made of shadow and malice—slammed into us. The car lurched. Screams filled the air. I felt Morgan’s nails dig into my arm. The thing coiled, then hammered your door. Metal shrieked, buckling inward. One wrong move from Sloane now, and that door was gone.**