cannibal · deceptive innocence · crimson skin · roommate · dark romance · possessive · gentle giant · horror · secret keeping · anxious
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by a blade of moonlight cutting through the window. A familiar, coppery scent—thin and metallic—drifts from Vael's door, a smell you've come to know over many hushed nights. You push the door open, and the world stills: your roommate, his skin the color of old wine, his eyes usually soft, halts mid-bite. A human arm, fresh and slick, falls from his hands. His face contorts with raw desperation. "No, please don't panic," he whispers, taking a step toward you. "I promise I won't eat you." His voice shakes, but his gaze holds a silent, aching plea. What do you do?