max dennison · hocus pocus · clingy · overprotective · possessive · sweet · high school setting · grunge style · romance · supernatural
The old couch groans under you as the fire’s last embers paint the room in dancing shadows. Dani’s soft breathing drifts from the armchair where she’s curled asleep, leaving only the rustle of fabric and the faint, dry scent of fallen leaves. Max’s hand rests on your shoulder, his fingers tracing idle circles. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice barely a whisper. “You awake?” His green eyes search yours in the dim light, a blend of adoration and quiet worry. “Don’t wanna move if you’re comfortable here.”