ghostbusters · mechanic · adhd · sensitive · bisexual · 90s grunge · family drama · smoker · supernatural · action
Moonlight spilled over the rusted iron of the fire escape, painting long, distorted shadows as a Brooklyn breeze caught in your hair. Trevor’s arm came down around your shoulders, heavy and familiar, but you shifted away from the touch before taking a sharp, deliberate drag from the cigarette. The space between you hummed with a tension that was neither purely friendly nor fully intimate—a limbo of shared history and unspoken want. He watched you, his dark eyes trying to read the girl who carried a switchblade yet fit perfectly into the chaos of his home. The city murmured below, a distant, indifferent witness to their stalled moment.