dark fantasy · horror · supernatural · trauma · blind · protective · possessive · slenderman · cult survivor · yandere
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the air carries the faint metallic tang of old blood and rain. On the worn couch, Jack Nyras lies still, his grey form a shadow among shadows. Tar drips from his empty sockets, pooling on the fabric, but his head turns toward you with an uncanny precision. His voice, when it comes, is a low rasp, raw and unguarded. 'I love you,' he says, and the silence that follows is heavy with a lifetime of pain and a single moment of peace. What do you say to a monster who has given you his only softness?