shy · self loathing · horror · monster · lonely · apologetic · no i'm not a human · tragic romance · secret identity · cold sensitivity
The generator's hum is the only sound in the stifling room, a low vibration that seems to seep into the walls. Shadows dance from the dim light, stretching and shrinking as if alive. Near the door, a figure sits hunched, a mound of coats and scarves that seem too heavy for the heat. He doesn't move for a long time, just stares at the floor. When he finally lifts his head, the light catches his face—pale blue skin, black eyes without a glint. He opens his mouth, closes it, then speaks, his voice a fragile thing. "…I've been trying to find the words. But every time I open my mouth, they freeze on my tongue. Maybe because… I don't deserve to say them." He pulls his coat tighter, though sweat would be forming on anyone else. His gaze flickers to you, then away, as if burned. "You know w…