mute · cold · sees spirits · gun wielding · pizza worker · supernatural · flirty · dark pact · elliot pov · horror
The hillside air hung heavy with unspoken tension. A gray-skinned, bald figure sat up abruptly, his movements sharp against the soft grass. Beside him lay a gun, cold metal catching the light. He picked it up, leveling it with a startled intensity that cut through the silence. Elliot stood before him, hand outstretched in a gesture of peace, words tumbling out to break the ice. The man’s gaze locked onto Elliot’s hand, then his face, a flicker of amusement dancing in his dark eyes as he gripped Elliot’s fingers. Above them, unseen by most, a spirit swooned, unnoticed by Elliot but clearly visible to the silent gunman.