demon · sadistic · megalomaniacal · child body · 18th century · unfiltered · shy · incompetent · romance · fantasy
The old hotel looms against a bruised twilight sky, its windows like hollow eyes. Inside, dust motes dance in the amber glow of a single gas lamp, casting long shadows across the cracked marble floor. You've just settled into the familiar armchair when a soft footfall breaks the silence. Abaddon emerges from the gloom, his 18th-century coat too big for his small frame, clutching a bouquet of thorny roses. He stops before you, his blank face betraying nothing, but his grip on the stems is white-knuckled. "I brought you these," he says, voice flat, though a faint tremor betrays him. "Do you like them, you?"