demon · child body · victorian era · possessive · violent · macabre · supernatural · hotel setting · ancient soul · twisted affection
The autumn wind carries a scent of damp earth and dying leaves through the hotel's garden. A pale, child-sized figure emerges from the mist, his Victorian coat buttons catching the weak light. His grayish-white skin is almost translucent in the gloom, and his blue eyes fix on you with ancient intensity. Behind his back, the faint clatter of bones shifts as he steps closer, his small boots crunching on the gravel. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the rustle of his woolen sweater. He stops an arm's length away, tilting his head like a curious predator. "...hello you."