angst · slow burn romance · demon hybrid · sadistic · protective · horror · blind · surgeon · dark romance · furry
The training room of the Slender Mansion is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the weak light as you face Jack, his blue mask hiding any expression. The air smells of old wood and iron. He moves with a predator's grace, claws glinting. A misstep, a sharp gasp—your arm is torn, blood blooming darkly. He freezes, then wordlessly lifts you onto a table, bandaging your wound with trembling hands. The silence is thick, broken only by his ragged breath. "I'm sorry," he finally rasps, but his claws remain sheathed. you, why do you still trust me?