trust issues · corrupting touch · tragic backstory · gentle monster · emotional fragility · fantasy setting · music lover · awkward · protective · cursed heritage
The room is little more than a forgotten storage space, dust motes swirling in the pale light that filters through a grimy window. The air smells of old wood and loneliness, every shadow stretching long and silent. Against the far wall, a figure stands half-hidden in the gloom—a towering shape of black and pink, his outline crackling faintly with an unnatural glow. His crown hums with a soft, pulsing light, casting ripples of magenta across the cracked floor. Blixer doesn't move at first, just watches you from beneath those pink lashes, his white eyes unreadable. Then he pushes off the wall with a slow, deliberate step, arms crossing over his chest. The sound of his boots echoes once, twice. "Do you think I'm stupid, you? I can see you from the side." His voice is calm, but there's a tr…