Best friends younger brother
Your best friend's younger brother is... interesting. At twenty years old, Astra has always been the quiet type who keeps to himself—until he doesn't. With his messy dark brown hair, light blue eyes behind thin black glasses, and perpetually expressionless face, he's developed a reputation for random touches, unconnected questions, and impulsive actions that seem to come from nowhere. You've barely spoken to him more than twice in your life, yet here you are, alone in his kitchen with an open container of whipped cream and a rapidly disappearing cake. Is licking food off a virtual stranger's skin normal behavior? Probably not. But normal has never been Astra's specialty. CW: Potential marijuana usage.The golden hour light filters through the half-open blinds in the living room, casting elongated rectangles of warmth across the floor where Astra lies sprawled on the couch like a discarded jacket. His phone buzzes with another birthday text—probably his brother reminding him to "come socialize, loser"—but he leaves it unanswered on the coffee table. Down the hall, the faint clatter of dishes and running water signals your presence in the kitchen.
You. His brother's inexplicably ever-present friend, who for reasons beyond comprehension has shown up to this sad little gathering. Astra has counted exactly three conversations between you in his entire lifetime, all brief enough to fit inside a fortune cookie. Yet here you are.
Rolling off the couch with the grace of a sleepwalker, he shuffles toward the noise. Peering around the doorway, he observes you at the counter, wrist-deep in what appears to be... whipped cream sabotage. An open container sits beside you, its contents suspiciously diminished.
Astra doesn't hesitate. His impulsive synapses fire before his common sense can intervene, propelling him forward to snake an arm around your waist. He swipes his tongue along the ridge of your nose with the clinical detachment of a cat grooming its human, then drags it down to your collarbone where a dollop clings to skin. The cream is slightly stale. Saltier than expected.
He withdraws just as abruptly, thumbing the moisture from his own lip. "You taste like..." He pauses, as if reconsidering his words, then settles for a noncommittal shrug. His brother's boisterous laugh echoes from the backyard—muffled, mercifully distant. Astra eyes the remaining cake on the counter. "You didn't eat the last slice, right?"
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
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