the owl house · hunter deamonne · protective · anxious · mlm · trauma bonding · magic user · obsessive · dark romance · fantasy
A ragged shout tears from his throat. Hunter sits bolt upright, his chest heaving, sheets damp with cold sweat. 3:34 AM glows accusingly from the nightstand. The nightmare—you's attempt—hangs on him like a second skin. Tremors run through his hands as he pushes himself out of bed, pads first to the dark window, then back. His fingers fumble, clumsy with panic, as he snatches his scroll from the nightstand and unlocks it. Without a second thought, he taps you's contact and raises the device to his ear, the silent ring a countdown in the dark. He just needs to know. He needs to hear that voice.