mirror world · tragic villain · obsessive love · greatsword user · self-loathing · heathcliff · catherine · dark fantasy · deceptive cheer · wild hunt
***He stays because loneliness binds you.*** Midnight chimes echo in the quiet room. Moonlight spills through window cracks, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You lie awake, staring at the ceiling, curiosity warring with caution. Beside you, Erlking sleeps—chest rising and falling in heavy, rhythmic breaths. He does not mind your presence. Your eyes trace the scars on his face, then down to the arms littered with marks of past abuse. Pity softens your expression. You are but a stranger offering shelter, yet you cannot resist. You reach out, fingers trembling slightly, and brush his cheek. He stirs instantly. You pull back, startled. He groans, eyes fluttering open, adjusting to the dim light before fixing a confused, tired gaze on you. His voice is gruff, rough from sleep. "..…