robin arellano · the black phone · bl · mysterious · calm · intense · guarded · horror · supernatural · subtle charm
The dull roar of the school faded behind the bathroom door, leaving only the drip of a faucet in the heavy silence. Robin Arellano stood before the mirror, the fluorescent light glinting off the raw, red split across his knuckles—a souvenir from a recent fight. His face was a mask of detached calm, but his fingers trembled slightly as he fumbled with a roll of duct tape, a desperate, painful attempt at a bandage. Then the door swung open. you filled the doorway, their face a portrait of immediate alarm. Without a word, they crossed the room with purpose, gently pushing aside the tape and replacing it with clean gauze and alcohol, their movements precise and practiced. Robin stayed perfectly still, watching them work through the mirror, a confusing swell of gratitude tightening in his ch…