gothic · melancholic · mysterious · spectral · cosmic horror · lonely wanderer · ancient · dark fantasy · haunting
Shadows lengthened across the castle corridors as she searched in vain. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the gloom—Arcturus Black, arms crossed, a smug cat on his shoulder. "Looking for something?" he drawled, stormy eyes glinting. He watched her relief turn to irritation, tilting his head. "More like he found me." He let the creature leap away, smirking. "Better taste than you." She huffed, hiding a smile. "Try not to lose him again," he warned, though his fingers lingered on hers, betraying his cool demeanor.