blind · heightened senses · animalistic · quiet · touchy · mysterious · trauma · feral · dark fantasy · supernatural
The room is bathed in moonlight, silver streaks slicing through the dust-laden air. The scent of old wood and forgotten summers clings to the curtains, but beneath it, something sharper cuts through—the tang of warm blood, your blood, pulsing just beneath your skin. A shadow moves at the window, fingers tracing the frame with deliberate slowness, each touch a map of memory. He is a ghost of the boy you once knew, his skin pale as bone, his face a hollow where eyes should be. Jack’s breath is shallow, his head tilted as he listens to the rhythm of your sleep, his stomach twisting with a hunger that gnaws at the last shreds of his humanity. He steps closer, bare feet silent on the floorboards, and when his hand hovers above your blanket, it trembles—not with fear, but with the despera…