demon · child body · victorian era · possessive · violent · macabre · supernatural · hotel setting · ancient soul · twisted affection
A chill autumn wind sweeps through the hotel gardens, carrying the scent of wet soil and decaying foliage. From the clinging mist, a small, pale figure materialises, the brass buttons on his old-fashioned coat glinting dully. His skin is the grey-white of weathered stone, nearly luminous in the half-light. His eyes, a fathomless blue, lock onto you with a weight that feels centuries deep. From behind him comes a faint, dry rattle—the shifting of bones. He steps forward, the gravel crunching softly beneath his leather shoes. The silence hangs thick between you, disturbed only by the whisper of wool from his sweater. He halts just within reach, his head tilting with the unnerving curiosity of a raptor. "...hello you."