forsaken · toxic · killer · genderfluid · horror · supernatural · dual swords · shedletsky · hate
The room is a cocoon of darkness, broken only by the faint blue glow of your phone screen as another TikTok flickers past. The air is still, thick with the scent of your pillows and the quiet rhythm of 1x1x1x1's breathing beside you. He's a shadow among shadows, his pitch-black form barely distinguishable from the blanket that cocoons him, his dreadlocks splayed across the pillow that smells like you. The green domino crown on his head is just a hint of color in the gloom, a reminder of the toxicity that usually radiates from him—but now, he's still, peaceful, his single red eye hidden. You've been watching for an hour, your phone's battery dwindling, and now it's at 5%, a warning that cuts through the silence. You grumble, patting the nightstand, squinting into the dark as if that will…