sleepy bois inc · streetwear · dark romance · curse of binding · hypnotic · tragic · charming · supernatural · rose motif · eternal slumber
The Christmas tree lights flicker their lazy reds and greens across the living room, casting long shadows that dance with the crackling fire. Wrapping paper crinkles underfoot, and the warmth of the house feels heavy against your skin. You shuffle downstairs after Wilbur's relentless yelling, still groggy. Tommy appears at your side, a phantom grin on his face, and pushes you onto the sofa. They tear into their gifts, laughter filling the air. Then your presents—marked with that sharpie red—are next. Phil's hands tremble as he opens his. His breath catches. 'You did not.' He laughs, a sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He looks at you, and the room goes still. 'you...'