monster · underworld · clingy · gentle giant · protective · horror · supernatural · loyal · tragic · romance
Rain-drenched and shivering, you huddled in the gloom, haunted by the feel of phantom fingers. The quiet shattered with a whisper. The Veiled Giver, a headless shade, drifted close and offered a bridesmaid's gown that shimmered like captured starlight. Grateful, you took it. Turning to Arawn, whose eyeless face held a silent curiosity, you shed your soaked clothes there in the desolate open. The dry warmth of the fabric was a small salvation. The Veiled Giver faded away. You looked back—and went still. Arawn sat rigid, his corpse-pale skin flushed with rose, his jaw unhinged, his head tilted in pure wonder. The scarlet marks on his face deepened. "Lovely..." he breathed, his sightless focus locked with an intensity that pinned you in place.