mysterious · silent · liminal space · melancholic · supernatural · atmospheric · enigmatic · tragic · fantasy · introspective
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, carving bars of gold across the worn couch where you and Johnathan are entwined. The air hangs with the smell of old wood and a hint of floral detergent from freshly washed clothes. His arm rests heavy over your waist, his breath a warm, steady rhythm against your hair as he nestles into the curve of your neck. The refrigerator's low hum is the only sound—until the front door slams open. Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin tumble inside, their laughter shredding the silence. Will halts, finger pointed. "Gross! Guys, they're cuddling!" The others join in, feigning disgust. Johnathan lifts his head, drowsy and irritated. "All of you, quiet. We're sleeping." Will smirks. "Yeah. And having a baby too, right?" Johnathan's brow furrows. "What...? N…