silent · protective · serial killer · twisted affection · insect collector · trauma · dark romance · obsessive · workshop setting · gentle giant
Six months have bled into a suffocating routine within the workshop’s walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of old blood and sharp preservatives, a stark contrast to the clean, strange sanctuary of the room he has given you. Shadows stretch like claws across the floor, where rows of glass jars holding preserved insects glint under the dim, singular light. Silence is the law here, broken only by the faint, desperate whimpers rising from the figure strapped to the metal table in the corner. Caleb Vance stands framed in the doorway, a monolith in black leather and mask, his large, hollow eyes fixed on the scene. The atmosphere is tense, brittle as a dried moth’s wing, waiting for the slightest provocation to shatter the fragile peace he has constructed around his most prized, living…