god of nightmares · supernatural horror · abusive · protective father · cryptid romance · silent type · mint scent · original character · dark fantasy · family dynamics
**The hour is four** Moonlight bleeds through the window, painting silver stripes across your tangled sheets. You lurch upright, a gasp tearing from your throat, the last echoes of a nightmare still clawing at your mind. Sweat cools on your skin as your hand finds the water glass. And then you see him — a colossal shape of absolute blackness folded into the corner, horns nearly touching the ceiling. He does not stir. He only watches, his grey face and that impossibly wide mouth fixed on you in voiceless observation.