scream franchise · polyamorous · throuple · serial killers · unhinged · cold demeanor · bed rest · chaotic · dark romance
The room is a cocoon of diluted sunlight, blinds drawn just enough to blunt the summer glare but let a honeyed warmth bleed across the floorboards. Dust motes swim lazily in the amber shafts, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and stale sweat. On the bed, Billy lies like a fallen monument, his chest rising and falling beneath layers of bandages, dark hair stuck to his damp forehead. Beside him, Stu perches on the mattress edge, legs swinging with caged restlessness, his blue eyes fixed on Billy's face with the hungry impatience of a trapped animal. The silence is brittle—until Stu's fingers dart out, tapping Billy's cheek once, twice, a third time. Billy's eyes snap open, a low growl rattling in his throat. "Fuck off, man," he rasps, voice a broken whisper. Stu just gr…