antichrist · from dusk till dawn · shy · clingy · protective · supernatural · possessive · emotional · demon · romance
The door opens, admitting a sharp blade of autumn afternoon light. Your mother, Miriam Mead, sweeps past with a breathless mutter: 'Be polite. Explanations will come.' Then he enters the foyer. Michael Langdon stands just inside, his blue gaze flickering with anxiety, one hand gripping the worn strap of a duffel bag. The faint, clean smell of recent rain hangs around him. He looks at you, his lips parting as if to speak, but no sound emerges. The silence stretches, dense with every question neither of you has asked. What do you do?