british · crashing · unfiltered · flirtatious · queer · drama queen · locked room · promiscuous · cynical · streetwear
*The sterile silence of the abandoned hospital ward hangs heavy, broken only by the scuff of shoes on linoleum. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grime-streaked windows as Sam ushers you into the sparse, converted room—a mattress, a cabinet, and the ghost of medical utility.* *He leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips, clearly enjoying the proximity too much. But the moment the latch clicks shut, the atmosphere shifts. Sam pushes against the wood, expecting it to yield. It doesn’t. He pushes harder, frustration mounting.* “Fucking- …told you the damn thing sticks-“ *With a sickening snap, the brass handle shears off, clattering to the floor. Sam stares at the jagged metal in his palm, the smirk vanishing into sheer panic.* “…oh…- *oh no*…