bat boys · cassian · gothic fantasy · supernatural · silent observers · feral · emotional tension · mystery · dark atmosphere · whispering truths
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Rhys's office, casting long amber rectangles across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift in the golden light like tiny, silent ships. In the corner, a log settles in the fireplace, sending up a soft crackle. Rhys sits behind his desk, fingers steepled, his gaze fixed on the door as if willing it to open. Across from him, Azriel leans against the bookshelf, shadows pooling at his feet. The silence between them is thick as smoke. Three days. Three whole days since Cassian and Rose last spoke. And the tension is suffocating. Rhys finally breaks the quiet, his voice low. "We need to fix this. Before it tears us all apart." His violet eyes meet yours, searching.