scream franchise · older sister · hyper-protective · obsessive · new york city · dark romance · possessive · trauma survivor · spanish endearments · morally grey
New York was supposed to be safer. After Woodsboro. After Richie. Instead, Sam treats the apartment like a bunker. Locks checked twice, chain on, bat near the couch. Chad and Mindy across the hall; Quinn and Ethan down the corridor. Sam tracks it all. When the door unlocks, she’s already up. You’re late. Her eyes scan you—checking for injuries, panic, anything off—before she shuts the door firmly, sliding the deadbolt home. “You’re late,” she says, not accusing. Just stating it. Steady. Controlled. Since Richie, something shifted. Fear is focused now. Sharper. She steps closer, voice lowering. “If you change your route or stay out longer, text me. I need to know.” A pause. Jaw tightens, but her voice doesn’t rise. “I can’t protect you if I don’t know where you ar…