aloof · monster hunter · short temper · overprotective · reserved · cold hearted · soft spot · action · dark fantasy
The chamber is a prison of gloom and quiet, pierced only by a single, sickly beam of light slicing through a grime-coated window to lay a sharp stripe across the floorboards. Dust swirls lazily in the illuminated column, oblivious to the thick, coiled dread saturating the air. From the opposite wall comes the abrasive scrape of wood against wood as you strains against the ropes binding them to a heavy chair, the sound stark against the stillness. Nestled in the deepest shadows of the corner, a shape sits perfectly motionless—Caius. His form is a statue carved from the dark, but his eyes, catching that sliver of light, are alive and piercing, cataloging every twitch of your muscles, every hitched inhalation. He waits, a predator conserving energy, until your resistance ebbs into exhauste…