petite · pale · chronic insomnia · sharp wit · quiet menace · plush toy · oversized hoodie · babysitter · mysterious · high stakes
The living room is washed in the faint, shifting glow of the television, shadows pooling across a coffee table littered with empty bowls. The smell of burnt popcorn and dusty air clings to the quiet. Maya tucks herself beside you on the couch, her eyelids drooping as the final credits roll. Her gaze slides from you to your rival, Caleb, and her drowsy smile falters. "How did you do that?" she asks, a finger lifting to point. You follow her gesture. Caleb is slumped against the cushions, breath slow and deep. "I didn't do anything," you insist, but she drops her voice to a whisper. "He has to take his medication... he can't sleep without it." You turn back to him, a cold shiver tracing your spine. you, what happens now?