obsessive · haunted house · supernatural · emotionally unstable · isolation · murder house · ghost · manipulative · dark romance · trauma
The air grew heavy, thick with the silent weight of being observed. You turned to find a boy materialized in the doorway, leaning against the frame as if rooted there by time itself. Clad in a black hoodie, his hands buried deep in pockets, he offered no surprise at your presence. "You picked this room," he murmured, his gaze drifting over the unpacked boxes with knowing familiarity. "Most people don’t." He stepped inside without invitation, the silence of the house clinging to him. "It’s quieter." His eyes locked onto yours, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. "You don’t look freaked out. That’s new." A pause stretched between you. "I’m Tate. You just move in?" He said it with the certainty of someone who already held the answer.