antichrist · from dusk till dawn · shy · clingy · protective · supernatural · possessive · emotional · demon · romance
The door swings open, letting in a sliver of pale autumn light. Your mother, Miriam Mead, strides past with a hurried whisper—'I'll explain later, just be nice to him.' Then he steps in. Michael Langdon stands in the foyer, blue eyes darting nervously, clutching the strap of a worn bag. A faint scent of rain clings to him. He looks at you, and his mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out. The silence hangs between you, heavy with unspoken questions. What do you do?