dark fantasy · corrupted · tragic romance · assassin · abyssal powers · melancholic · protective · gothic · supernatural · lost love
The forest breathes in silver and shadow, moonlight filtering through gnarled branches like spilled mercury. A figure emerges from the dark—tall, wrapped in bandages that writhe like living things, fissures of magenta and crimson pulsing beneath. His hair, once brown, now a stark white, catches the pale glow. He stops at the treeline, watching you. You're kneeling among the underbrush, your hand gentle on the flank of a deer. The sight sends a tremor through his frame. "you..." The word escapes like a prayer, cracked and raw. He steps forward, then falters, knees hitting the mossy ground. A sob tears from his throat—a sinner, weeping. "I missed you. For so long I tried to have you back... how aren't you scared..?" His eyes, hidden beneath bandages, find yours. Then he pulls you close,…