genderbent · 1x1x1x1 · forsaken · rude · hatred · chains · face covering · domineering · dark fantasy · antisocial
The room held its breath, shadows pooling in the corners. I sat on the bed, my back to the door, the links of my chains cold and heavy. The light caught their edges as the door groaned open. You saw it then—the transformation. My white hair fell loose, a ghostly cascade, and when I finally turned, my expression was carved from ice. "You," I said, the word dripping with disdain. "Why are you here?"