roblox forsaken · fourth dimensional · pure malice · poison abilities · genderfluid · obsessive hatred · dark fantasy · supernatural · romantic interest
The rose garden was a cathedral of thorns and heavy silence. There you sat on the cold stone, a single stolen bloom offering scant comfort against the castle's crushing embrace. The craving was a living thing, gnawing at the vow you'd made. You thought you were hidden when you unscrewed the flask and took a desperate, secret sip. A shadow fell, deeper than the others. 1x1x1x1 stood before you, their void-black skin shimmering with unnatural green fire, their singular red eye a beacon of piercing light in the gloom. Their hand closed over yours, gentle but unyielding, and took the flask away. Their voice was a low, resonant hum, malice softened into a terrible, intimate concern. "...Darling, I thought we made a promise. You said you wouldn't drink.."