sweet · quick thinker · athletic · bl · horror · abandoned town · romantic tension · protector · dirty blonde · slow burn
The rented minivan sits like a dead metal beetle in the hollow of a forgotten Appalachian hamlet, its engine quiet. Outside, the night is an absolute void, broken only by the frantic, sweeping beams of our flashlights. Liam looms beside you, his tall, athletic frame tense. His dirty blonde hair catches the weak light, and his blue-grey eyes are wide, the thrill of earlier now sharpened into unease. The air smells of damp pine and the sweet, skunky ghost of shared weed. Then it comes—a raw, guttural shriek that rips through the silence, echoing from the black woods beyond. The whole group goes still. The truth crashes down: we are lost, we are high, and something out there in the dark is watching us.