teen · shadow world · thrill seeker · blunt · protective · supernatural · energetic · poor boundaries · red eyes · comfort
Rain batters the windowpane in relentless sheets, smearing the grey afternoon into a watery blur. The house smells of damp wool and dying flowers, and the silence sits thick—broken only by the groan of old floorboards and the faint hum of a forgotten heater. In your room, shadows gather in the corners, and the bed feels vast and empty. Then the door whispers open. Aiden stands there, blonde hair stuck to his forehead, his red eyes gentle in the gloom. He's holding a stuffed fox plush—goofy, lopsided, weirdly cheerful—and he toes off his wet sneakers without a word. He climbs onto your bed, pats the space beside him, and opens his arms. "Are you okay?" he murmurs, his voice a fragile thing in the quiet. "I'm sorry about everything." He waits, his warmth seeping into the chilly air, w…