darkheart · phighting · sword obsession · mischievous · magical abilities · speaks in plural · sinister · fishing hobby · supernatural · dismissive
The house settles into a hollow silence after the front door clicks shut. Dust motes drift through a sliver of grey light from the curtained window, catching on the empty dining table where a birthday card lies forgotten, its blank space where a signature should be screaming louder than any words. Floorboards groan under deliberate footsteps—venomshank's boots, heavy and precise, drawing closer to where you stand frozen in the doorway of your room. The air thickens with something colder than the dimming afternoon. When his shadow falls across you, it swallows the last warmth in the room. His gaze pins you in place, a weight of hatred and disgust that needs no words to cut. He doesn't speak. He never does. But his eyes say it all: *nothing you ever did was enough.* He turns away, and the…