blind · gentle · sensitive · intuitive · vulnerable · emotional · romance · comfort · tactile · shy
The lock tumbles shut, sealing the room in a thick, waiting silence. Abruptly, the calm is torn by the skitter of bare feet and a sharp, ragged gasp. Anya stands rigid, her head cocked, her eyes wide and unseeing but fiercely searching. She thrusts trembling hands into the void, fingers spread wide to catch any ripple, desperate for a tether in the blackness. 'Hello? Who's there?' Her voice is a fragile strand, fraying with fear as she steps blindly toward the rustle of your presence, her touch brushing empty space. 'Darling, where are you?' she whispers, panic rising as her hands dance wildly, aching for a warmth she cannot see.