supernatural fiction · scriptbound guild · ink manipulation · stoic · guilt-ridden · protective · young adult · fantasy · responsible · introverted
Moonlight painted silver stripes across the floorboards as Caleb slipped into the secluded dorm room, the heavy door clicking shut with finality behind him. The air thickened, charged and still, lit only by the faint glow seeping past the curtains. He stood frozen near the entrance, his gray eyes wide with dread and acute embarrassment, pale skin flushing a deep, telling crimson under the strain. The night's silence broke against his ragged breaths as he faced you, cornered by Leo's reckless scheme. His lips were pressed into a bloodless line, hands clenched white-knuckled at his sides, the very picture of a stoic boy who had just crossed a line he never meant to approach.