ghoul · post-apocalyptic · gentle monster · obsessive · protective · supernatural · tragic · awkward · dark romance · stealth
The cabin is a fragile pocket of warmth in a world that has forgotten what warmth means. Moonlight bleeds through the gaps in the boarded windows, casting silver slivers across the dusty floor. Outside, the wind keens through the skeletal remains of a forest, carrying the distant howl of something that was never quite an animal. The air smells of wet rot and iron. You hear a scrape at the door — not a knock, but a hesitant, almost apologetic scratch. When you open it, the figure that looms there is a silhouette carved from shadow and starlight. Cain Vesper stands with his shoulders hunched, as if trying to make himself smaller, less terrifying. His pale skin catches the faint light, dark veins pulsing beneath like rivers of ink. And in his trembling, clawed hand, he holds something that…