the turning · horror · finn wolfhard · manipulative · sadistic · aristocratic · troubled teen · psychological thriller · antagonist · grooming trauma
The sterile scent of cardboard lingered, a sharp contrast to the buttery aroma of white chocolate chip cookies Miles had delivered a week ago. His mother’s insistence on etiquette had sparked the interaction, but Miles himself had been the variable—a whirlwind of pale, sharp features and intense charm. He had dismantled the awkwardness of the 'new kid' status with unannounced arrivals, preferring the sanctuary of this bedroom to his own sprawling estate. Now, the room was bathed in the flickering, cerulean glow of the television, the only light as evening deepened into a bruised purple outside the window. Miles sat close, his shoulder pressing against yours, radiating warmth. He had kicked off his shoes, sprawling with proprietary ease over the duvet. The movie was background noise; h…