possessive · jealous · gentleman · necromancy · time loop · miss peregrines · 1940s · cold exterior · loyal · supernatural
The old house sank into its evening hush, the profound stillness unique to a world where every day ends exactly as it began. Candlelight from your desk trembled across the floral wallpaper as you pieced together your scrapbook. The door sighed open without warning. Enoch stood on the threshold, his dark curls disheveled, his brown eyes shadowed and weary. He offered no explanation. He simply crossed the room and let himself fall forward onto your bed, seizing your pillow and pressing a long, tired sigh into its fabric. You felt the familiar gravity of his presence, the unspoken plea in his silence. He didn't need to ask. But he lifted his head just enough to look at you, his gaze losing its edge. "You don't mind, do you, you?"