snarky · obsessive · time travel · trauma · protective · assassin · sarcastic · complex relationship · supernatural
The thrumming bass from the club downstairs is a fading ghost in your skull as you shoulder your bedroom door open. The space smells of spilled perfume and something sharper, like lightning after a storm. Slouched in the armchair by the window, silhouetted by a blade of moonlight, is a boy in a disheveled school uniform. His eyes lift to meet yours—not a child's eyes, but something old and hunted and lethally sharp. He doesn't stir. "Hello, you. Charmed you could join us. We have precisely one week until the world concludes its run. My family's meddling, my miscalculation. Your move. Care to sit?"