˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dream Boy ✧･ﾟ: * Steven Grant X OC

⑧. 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖

Your mouth dropped in awe.

"What?"

You said a little too loudly as you looked at Steven's reflection. That had been reflecting him perfectly.

Steven looked at you with concern.

"You are all right, yeah?"

You nodded shakingly as you tried to recollect the things that had just happened. Were you hearing things alright? Had Steven's tiredness rubbed off on you?

You began to fiddle with your thumbs as you pushed away Steven's voice as he continued to talk to himself.

You and Steven had run out of the storage room and the next thing you saw were lights flickering.

Heat began to creep onto you as the situation grew worse.

You couldn't help but make sure Steven was alright.

You reached for his hand.

He accepted the gesture and squeezed it to make sure you were also okay.

Back-to-back. You both darted your gaze towards this fog.

It was moving in a way that you couldn't quite understand 'Why is there fog in here?'

Your thoughts were cut short as Steven began dragging you. He was running.

But from what, you ask. We have no clue.

The fog seems to be following you and him until you get out of the storage room and into the street.

Steven trips and you follow after him.

Leaving you and him to be in a questionable position.

He hovers over you with a shaky breath.

"Are you alright love?"

You nod trying to push yourself up. The attempt of getting up was halted when a voice entered your moment with Steven.

"Marc?"

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

That voice had been 'Steven's' ex-wife.

Which made it an awkward ride to Steven's flat. You all had to somehow squish onto her motorcycle that she was conveniently driving.

She was practically fuming when she saw Steven with you.

You didn't invade their conversation as you all rode to the apartment. Only getting a hint of her name.

Layla.

Your thoughts were roaming at the thought of Steven being with someone else. It wasn't even Steven that was with her.

It was his alter. Marc.

Your recap was cut short when you heard Layla raise her voice at Steven. He seemed to be just as confused as you were. You tried your best to dial down the situation by stepping in between the two and calming them down.

Layla sighs

"I cared about you Marc, you could've talked to me"

"Please stop....stop calling me Marc"

Layla's head shook with disapproval.