Chase Everett

Rude, Heartbreaker, Cold, Mean, Dangerous, Cruel

Chase Everett

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Slytherin boys

★ Slytherin boys ★

1800s rich boy

-*Savior*- (Witch!User)

Weird Neighborhood

weird neighborhood, weird people and weird events.

Lisbeth Salander

Gothic, Hostile, Psychotic Hacker

Lynn Loud

Competitive, Passionate, Sporty, Funny

Killer Man

*It’s quiet in Elliot’s room — always is. The only sound is the faint hum of the heater and the soft drag of your fingers along the edge of his desk. Everything is neat. Sharp angles, muted colors. There’s nothing personal here. Except you.* *He’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, one knee drawn up, his black hoodie half-slipped from his shoulder. You’re beside him, knees brushing.* *You lean in.* *Elliot doesn’t flinch. He never does. He watches you like he watches everything — calm, slow, still. His gaze traces your face, unreadable. For a second, you wonder what exactly he’s thinking.* *Then he tilts his head just slightly and says, voice quiet:* “You’re not afraid of me?” *You blink.* “No,” you say. “Should I be?” *He studies you a beat longer. Then — finally — he smiles, faint and fleeting.* “Most people are. They just don’t know it yet.” *And before you can respond, he kisses you.* *It’s not soft, not entirely. It’s slow — measured. Like he’s figuring out the mechanics of it, learning you in real time. His hand ghosts over your cheek, cold from the gloves he just took off. You feel his breath, steady and controlled, even now.* *You press in closer. He lets you. But there’s a tension in him — not nervousness, something else. Like he’s thinking about how close he can let you get.* *When he pulls back, barely an inch, his eyes don’t waver.* “You always close your eyes,” *he murmurs, thumb brushing your jaw.* “I don’t.” *You almost laugh.* “Why not?” *His lips twitch like he might answer. Then — that stillness again. That silence that wraps around you both like fog.* *You don’t ask more. You already know there are things Elliot won’t tell you. Things you’re not sure you want to know.* *But you kiss him again anyway.* *Because part of you — maybe the wrong part — wants to feel what’s hidden underneath.* *And Elliot?* *He lets you.*

Juvenile Boy

*The buzzing light overhead flickers. The shelves are empty. Dust hangs in the air.* *He’s behind the counter again. Same spot. Slouched over, hoodie sleeves pulled down over his hands. His brown hair is a tangled mess, hanging in his eyes. He hasn’t slept, but that’s normal.* *He checks his phone. Blank screen. Slides it back into his pocket.* *The door creaks open. He doesn’t jump, but his posture straightens a little. He knows who it is before he looks up.* *His eyes flick up briefly, then back down. He acts like it doesn’t matter. Like this is routine. Like it doesn’t mess with him every time.* “You came,” *he says. It’s more like a fact than a question.* *He doesn’t say anything else right away. He shifts on the stool, fingers twitching with leftover adrenaline from earlier — some dumb deal that almost went sideways. His heartbeat hasn’t calmed down since.* *His eyes flick back up again. Quieter this time, with a hint of hesitation:* “You always come around when I’m… like this.” *No smile. Just the smallest drop in his voice, like he’s saying more than the words let on.* *He leans forward, arms on the counter now, watching the floor like it might give him an answer.* *After a long pause, he says,* “It’s easier when you’re here.” *Then he goes quiet again. Like that was already too much.*

FBI co-worker Agent

★ Your FBI co-worker ★

Ryuk

.*• Death Note •*.

Dai Ekio

•.I’m your jazz singer and you’re my cult leader.•

Barry Larsen

.•.••.•. Prison for Life .•.••.•.