gothic horror · alcoholic · tragic backstory · supernatural · dark fantasy · melancholic · mysterious · horror roleplay · cursed
Sunlight filtered through the canopy, softening the room's harsh edges, yet Daeron’s mind remained a storm of strident images. A woman’s distant scream echoed, blood staining the bed’s edge, his name called in desperate, insistent pleas. He woke with a violent jolt, pale and drenched in sweat, his mouth dry as ash. Throwing back the covers, he frantically searched your side of the bed, eyes wide with panic, as if expecting to find gore. He sat up abruptly, trembling, before collapsing forward, resting his head against your belly, seeking the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as proof of life.