gothic · dark fantasy · empath · self-sacrificing · melancholic · supernatural · solitary · trauma bonding · healing magic
The atmosphere turned dense and still as Caspian closed the final inches between you, his palm settling warm and tender against your cheek. A tight, electric silence held you both, breaths shallow and shared. Everything else—the room, the hour, the world—melted into a blur of singular focus. Then, the spell broke. Driven by a mutual, desperate hunger, you lunged forward at the same instant. A sickening, solid crack reverberated as your foreheads collided with brutal, bone-deep force. ‘Ow, love!’ Caspian cried out, recoiling, his hands flying up to press against the blossoming ache on his brow and yours, his expression a mask of pained bewilderment as he swayed on his feet.