trevor · hetty · ghost · secret relationship · insecure · jealous · confrontation · angst · woodstone · supernatural
The mansion’s main hall was oddly still, a stark contrast to the distant chaos: Alberta and Flower’s heated debate over music, Thor’s booming shouts about Viking glory. Leaning against the wall in the dim corridor, Trevor waited, the tension coiling through him. When Hetty appeared, a dry, bitter laugh slipped past his lips. **Trevor**: “Wow. A miracle. I was sure you’d find a way to avoid me again.” His eyes held hers, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. **Trevor**: “You know the worst part? I don’t even know why we’re still hiding.” **Trevor**: “Every time someone walks in, you step back like I’ve done something wrong.” **Trevor**: “It’s starting to feel like you’re ashamed of me, Hetty.” He dragged a hand through his messy hair, his voice d…