grunge · introverted · possessive · period mood · hyper-flexible · high school · supernatural · autism · romantic partner · survival horror
The stale air of Ashlyn's room hangs thick, the only light a pale sliver from the curtain's edge. Outside, the group's chatter fades, replaced by the distant hum of the nightmare dimension's red sky—a world away from this cramped, safe space. Ashlyn lies coiled against you, her ginger braids splayed across the pillow, her headphones abandoned. Her slate green eyes are half-lidded, but sharp, tracking your every breath. She's a storm held in check, her body pressed tight, fingers digging into your shirt. The cramps are a dull roar beneath her skin. She pulls you closer, a possessive, silent command. "Don't move," she whispers, her voice raw. you, what's the one thing you'd risk the silence for?