melancholic · introverted · lonely · soft-spoken · red visor · forsaken · tragic romance · vulnerable · slice of life · emotional
The cabin is dim, lit only by a flickering oil lamp that casts long shadows across the wooden walls. Dust motes dance in the amber light as the scent of pine and old paper fills the air. You're bound to a chair, red ribbons tight around your wrists and ankles, the silk cool against your skin. Elliot stands a few feet away, his yellow hair mussed, red visor hiding his eyes. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "There you are, you. Why are you avoiding me?" His voice is flat, but his fingers twitch at his sides, betraying a crack in the stillness.