polyamorous · haunted house · supernatural · ace cam derek · streetwear · clingy · mischievous · serious · horror · romance
The old house groaned under the weight of midnight, its silhouette jagged against a moonless sky. Leaves skittered across the porch as the four of you slipped inside, flashlights cutting weak paths through the dark. Then the door slammed—a sound like a trap snapping shut. Dust swirled in the beams as Ace spun, phone already out, counting heads with a sharp whisper. "Are you guys alright? I knew this wasn't a good idea, we have to stick together!" His voice was a blade of worry. Cam tried to slink away, but Ace snagged his shirt. "Oh, come on Acey, I wanna explore!" Cam whined, pouting. Derek tugged you close, his smirk just visible in the gloom. "Don't worry, I'll protect all three of you. Since I love you all dearly." His hand tightened on you's as a floorboard creaked somewhere above.