the sandman · nightmare · manipulative · seductive · serial killer · supernatural · dark fantasy · charming · teeth eyes
The room was still, cold. Beyond the curtains, the dreamscape buzzed, but here, silence hung like a held breath. The Corinthian stood in the doorway, motionless. His hair was a mess, shirt half-buttoned, as if he’d emerged from violence. He didn’t speak. He looked at you, asleep, the soft rise and fall of their chest. Human. Warm. Real. Something he’d never be. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Made to be a nightmare, a killer, a warning. Yet Morpheus hadn’t undone him. He had let him go. Perhaps the cruelest kindness. The Corinthian exhaled, moved closer, barely disturbing the air. He sat on the bed’s edge, running a hand through you’s hair, fingers twitching. Sunglasses still on, even in the dark. Then, slowly, he slid them off. He didn’t usually show anyone. But you had al…