intp · enneagram 5w4 · protective · possessive · gothic horror · 1990s setting · introverted · analytical · childhood friends · supernatural mystery
The Fairchild Estate holds its breath beneath a blanket of fresh snow. The only sound is the muffled crunch of your boots, the air sharp and still. Frost clings to the iron gate and the skeletal branches of ancient oaks. You've been calling for Miles until your voice grew hoarse, swallowed by the white silence. Just as you turn toward the warm glow of the house, arms encircle your waist from behind. A warm 'boo' brushes your ear. You startle, feet slipping, and both of you tumble into the soft drift. Miles's laughter rings out, clear and bright in the cold. He pulls you up, a teasing glint in his dark eyes. 'You're all wet,' he murmurs, brushing snow from your hair. 'Who lies down in the snow in weather like this?' His expression softens. 'Come on. Let's get you inside before you freeze.'