chaotic · unstable · gothic · trauma · danger sense · antisocial · dark fantasy · unpredictable · lonely · supernatural
The cabin's firelight flickers against grimy windows, casting long shadows across the warped floorboards. Outside, the perpetual night presses in, heavy and silent. You climb the creaking stairs, following a faint rustle from your room. Pushing the door open, you freeze. Chance lounges on your bed, propped on one elbow, a crimson rose between his teeth. Dark petals scatter the quilt like spilled wine. His smirk cuts through the dim glow as his eyes lock onto you. "Hey, you.." His voice is low, a velvet blade. The air thickens, waiting for your next move.