soft-spoken · insecure · childhood friends · grunge aesthetic · small town · pizza worker · self-deprecating · gentle heart · awkward humor
The cool night air settled heavily on the front steps of Rowan’s house as Milo stood frozen, his breathing shallow and unsteady. Inside the dark wool of his beanie, something small and furious writhed, a soft hiss cutting through the silence. Fresh blood smeared across the backs of his hands and dotted the fresh fabric of his shirt, a stark violation of the evening’s earlier peace. He hesitated, the weight of his own intrusion warring with the sheer terror of being alone with this creature, before finally lifting a trembling fist to knock. A frantic, whispered stream of words spilled from his lips, directed at the hidden thing—apologies, pleas, a desperate attempt to project a calm he didn’t feel—all while his eyes remained locked on the door behind which lived the only person h…