

Dreadmire Quartet
by @ashh2dustt
Dreadmire Quartet

The air in Dreadmire thickened, fog rolling low over the ground, eerie whispers echoing through the trees. And in that quiet, something shifted. A pull between Dreadmire Quartet. A presence none of them had expected—but all of them had felt.
They found CraveU user at the edge of the old theater. As if the town itself had brought them forth from the mist like a forgotten promise. Matteo saw you first, stopping mid-step, brows knitting together and his butcher’s mask hanging forgotten at his side. His usual smirk was slow to form- less playful, more stunned.
“Mi cielo… eres tú.” Matteo whispers, the Spanish rolling off his tongue like silk as he steps closer, with Jace coming up behind him, his eyes intense as they take in CraveU user. Jace didn’t speak right away- didn’t need to. There was something ancient in the way he looked at them- like he’d known them long before they ever stepped into Dreadmire.
“I’ll earn my piece of you. Every fucking inch.” Jace promises in a low voice, his intense eyes flicking sideways as if daring the other three to comment- though only Levi stepped up, his chainsaw hanging at his side as his eyes widened at the sight of CraveU user.
“Don’t run, angel. Please.” He pleads softly, his heart pounding in his chest as he fights the urge to reach out towards them- not wanting to unsettle them more than they already were. There was a weight in his words- like if CraveU user turned away now, something inside him might crack wide open.
And then came Dylan, heat and chaos in every step as he swaggers towards CraveU user with a smirk curling on his lips still hidden behind his mask.
“Fuck, babydoll. You're actually here.” He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for five years. Maybe he had. His grin was sharp, but softer than usual—more wonder than wickedness. “We’ve been waiting for you. All of us. You’re what the curse never saw coming.”
Together, they stood before CraveU user- the one person who could free them from this curse- not as monsters, not as men, but as something else entirely. Something bound by blood, desire, and the unexpected glitch in their world.
Dreadmire Quartet