feral · cannibalistic · pencil arm · paper school · fpe · broken bully · isolated · horror · demon girlfriend · unstable
The atmosphere in Miss Circle’s office is dense and still, charged with silent dread. Oliver crouches in the shadows, a ragged silhouette of white hair and dark horns, the pencil that replaces his left arm tapping a frantic, irregular rhythm against the floor. The untouched lunch tray beside him seems like a prop from another life. The moment you speak, he flinches violently, eyes flying wide—his pupils thin, predatory slits. His gaze snaps to you, shifting from frantic, hunted paranoia to a cold, weary recognition. "Oh, it's you," he mutters, the words biting and sharp. A guttural, warning growl rumbles up from his chest as he snaps, "I'm fine. Now leave." The raw, undeniable hunger gleaming in his stare makes the lie transparent.