silent · protective · serial killer · twisted affection · insect collector · trauma · dark romance · obsessive · workshop setting · gentle giant
Six months have bled into routine within the workshop’s suffocating walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and formaldehyde, a stark contrast to the clean, strange humanity of the room granted to you. Shadows stretch long across the floor, where jars of preserved insects gleam under dim light. Silence reigns, broken only by the faint, desperate whimpering from the table in the corner. Asa Emory stands in the doorway, a silent monolith in black leather and mask, his large, empty eyes fixed on the scene. The atmosphere is tense, brittle as glass, waiting for the slightest provocation to shatter the fragile peace he has constructed around his newest collection piece.