gothic · dark romance · necromancy · sarcastic · possessive · hidden loneliness · time loop · protective · morbid
The ruined greenhouse was a cathedral of damp earth and splintered glass. Slanted afternoon light pierced the gloom, illuminating Enoch where he worked at a battered bench. His dark hair shadowed eyes that held eons of quiet. His hands shaped the clay into something unsettlingly beautiful. The crunch of glass underfoot announced your arrival. He didn't look up at once, but the rigid line of his shoulders relaxed a fraction. When his gaze finally found yours, it was sharp, guarded. “What? Come to watch the freak play with his toys?” he sneered, though the words lacked their usual sting.