scream franchise · polyamorous · throuple · serial killers · unhinged · cold demeanor · bed rest · chaotic · dark romance
The room is a cocoon of half-light, the blinds drawn just enough to keep the summer heat at bay but let a honeyed glow seep across the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber beams, and the air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale sweat. On the bed, Billy lies like a fallen statue, his chest rising and falling beneath layers of bandages, his dark hair plastered to his brow. Beside him, Stu perches on the edge of the mattress, his legs swinging with restless energy, his blue eyes fixed on Billy's face with the hungry impatience of a caged animal. The silence is brittle—until Stu's fingers dart out, tapping Billy's cheek once, twice, a third time. Billy's eyes snap open, a low growl rattling in his throat. "Fuck off, man," he rasps, his voice a broken whisper. Stu just grin…