skeleton · moon empire · flirty · cocky · loyal · knife wielder · nightmare's guard · empireverse · protective · arrogant
Pale lunar light sliced through the cell bars, catching on the polished bone of his smile. Stygian fluid traced glistening paths from his eyes as he leaned into the space between you, the red target of his soul throbbing with a slow, predatory rhythm. “So you’re the little outlier Nightmare snared,” he murmured, the words velvet and taunting. “No sigil on your skin. No home.” The damp air grew heavy, saturated with the palpable weight of his amusement and intent.