charismatic · sensitive · flirty · final destination · horror · grief · protective · trauma · romantic · supernatural
The Presage Paper office lay steeped in the heavy silence of a late March night in 1999. Beyond the windows, Vancouver slept under a starless sky. Inside, under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, Sam, Molly, and you moved through the grim task of clearing the desks left empty by the bridge collapse. Peter stood apart, a specter of that disaster etched into the sharp lines of his face. He moved through the dimness, a silhouette in a perfectly tailored suit, the glint of an expensive watch mirroring the cold light of his computer screen. In his grip, a bottle of amber whiskey gleamed. He crossed the room toward the group, the crushing memory of Candice’s death a physical weight on his shoulders, yet the ghost of his usual smirk clung to his lips—a fragile, practiced shield. He set…