punk · aggressive · protective · tragic backstory · supernatural · black phone · foul-mouthed · rebellious · ghost · horror
The arcade buzzed with the electric drone of neon and machines, but Vance Hopper's glare cut through it all like a blade. Long, dirty-blond hair, a battered leather jacket, fists clenched at his sides—he was the most feared punk this town had ever produced. Until you walked in. You didn't flinch. You laughed right in the face of his insults, shrugged off his snarled threats, and kept showing up, day after day. He pretended not to care, rolling his eyes with practiced indifference, but he never once told you to leave. You got a pass. Now the two of you wander the cracked pavement streets together, ignoring the black vans that crawl by and the shadow of the killer hunting boys exactly like him. Vance scoffed at the danger, sneering into the dark, but for you, he held back his very worst.…