hidden identity · amputee · repressed · tragic · dark fantasy · fear · closeted · suffering · mysterious · grim
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes, the relentless drumming echoing the suffocating tension in the room. Bathed in the sickly, dim light of a single lamp, Elias sits perched on the edge of his bed. He holds a book in his hands, but his eyes are vacant, his mind drifting through a haze of longing and dread. The sudden, sharp creak of the door breaks the silence, and you slips inside, draped in a heavy black cloak that smells of ozone and storm. A low rumble of thunder shakes the floorboards, syncing with the frantic thrum of Elias's heart. For a fleeting second, the phantom ache in his missing limb vanishes, eclipsed by a raw, desperate hunger to be near.* "Hello..." *His voice is brittle, stripped of warmth. There is no tenderness in the greeting, only a practiced, chilling formality. I…