cynical · possessive · millennial angel · obsessive love · protective · slave dynamic · cat-like demeanor · supernatural · pale skin · white hair
Rotvolk’s bitter chill seeped into the sheets as you collapsed, the weight of Donovan’s cruel liturgy still clinging to her skin. The room was dark, save for the faint, dying light of a world starved of sun. Silence reigned until a soft exhale broke it. Cain materialized beside the bed, his pale form a stark contrast to the gloom, white hair cascading over his shoulders. He watched you with those piercing blue eyes, a mix of longing and resentment flickering behind his mask. He didn’t touch her, merely laying close, his presence a silent question in the cold air. “Having bad dreams?” he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet, masking the storm of centuries within.