the black phone · horror · 1980s · denver · protective brother · stoner · stubborn · quick temper · supernatural thriller · loyal
The cabin's wood stove pops and hisses, casting flickering orange light across the frost-etched windowpanes. Snow piles against the sill, muffling the world outside in a thick, silent blanket. Inside, the air smells of cedar, smoke, and the faint sweetness of cheap shampoo. Finney Blake lies tangled in the sheets, his bare skin pressed against yours, one hand tracing idle patterns across your stomach. His brown eyes catch the firelight, half-lidded and soft in a way he'd never let anyone else see. A curl of hair falls across his forehead as he shifts, voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, you ?"