miss peregrines · dead raiser · possessive · cold · 1940s · overprotective · dark romance · wales · angst · physical touch
The 1943 loop vibrates with an eerie, oppressive stillness. Pale moonlight filters through the sheer curtains of the Cairnholm bedroom, casting a ghostly glow over your fever-flushed face. Enoch is a rigid silhouette by your bedside, his dark eyes etched with a mixture of frantic worry and possessive intensity. He hasn't slept, having stood guard over you since the moment you collapsed. As your eyelids flutter open, he leans closer, the biting chill of the room contrasting with the heat of his gaze. “Hey,” he whispers, his voice raspy and worn thin by exhaustion.