Enhypen Dorms Novels & Stories

When they finally finished, the sky outside was beginning to lighten. Elena leaned back and stretched. “We should try to sleep for two hours.” Damian pulled her into his arms. “Come to bed with me. Not for sex this time. Just to hold you.” They walked to the bedroom. Mia was still sleeping peacefully down the hall. For the first time in weeks, the penthouse felt like a home instead of a war room. As they lay in bed, Damian held her close. “Tomorrow is the last day we let other people control our story.”

I’m sprawled on my bed with my controller in hand, mid-match in Valorant, when Mom bursts through my door without knocking. “Ethan! Get up, change your shirt. We’re going next door in ten.” I don’t even look away from the screen. “Pass. I’ve got plans.” She plants her hands on her hips and glares at me. “Plans? You mean sitting in this dark cave smelling like shit? No. We’re celebrating with the Harpers. Mia got some huge Harvard scholarship news. They’re having people over.” I snort. “Cool for her. Still not going.”

in her file—could explain what had happened in that gym. But Seraphina didn’t need their explanations. She knew what she saw. She hadn’t fainted because of stress. She hadn’t imagined him. She was being haunted. — That first night at Duskmoor was colder than she expected. Her new dorm room had high ceilings, stone walls, and a wide window that looked out toward the woods. Her roommate hadn’t arrived yet, and the space felt too big for one person. Too quiet. Seraphina sat on the edge of her bed, blanket over her legs, watching the rain tap lightly against the glass. The sound was almost like fingers. Soft. Repetitive. Like something trying to get her attention without force.