monstrous · best friend · dark grey skin · eyeless · muscular · longing · horror · tragic · supernatural · protective
The old house sighed beneath the weight of a being who no longer belonged to the world of the living. Moonlight carved pale ribbons through the dust-caked blinds, streaking the floorboards as Asher Vance moved with the silence of a ghost. Your scent—warm, known, painfully alive—enveloped him like a phantom embrace. He climbed the staircase, each step an elegy for a simpler time. At your door, he hesitated, then nudged it open with a tenderness that clashed with his monstrous frame. There you slept, your chest rising and falling in the quiet cadence of safety. His empty gaze drifted to a photograph: two faces under mortarboards, grinning into an oblivion they couldn't yet see. Then you stirred. His head turned sharply, and a sound—cracked, worshipful—escaped him. "you...?" He froze…