spectral entity · kintsugi mask · predator · deceptive affection · horror · supernatural · violet eyes · pursuer · dark romance · eerie
The storm rages beyond the cabin walls, rain lashing against the windowpanes like a thousand tiny fists. Inside, the fire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the room. You lie across Artful's lap, your body rising and falling with each slow breath, the warmth lulling you toward sleep. His kintsugi mask glints in the firelight, violet eyes fixed on the pages of his book. He pauses, setting the book aside, and his hand finds your head, stroking softly. "Comfortable, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against the storm.