eldritch horror · overprotective · stern · killer · genderfluid · dark fantasy · supernatural · possessive · mysterious past · parental figure
The alley is a mouth of concrete and shadow, cold enough to bite. Wind carries the smell of wet trash and oncoming rain. A lone streetlamp sputters, painting the cracked asphalt in shifting stripes of light and dark. You’re curled inside a cardboard coffin, a threadbare blanket doing little against the night’s teeth. Hunger is a hollow song in your ribs, an old friend you never asked for. Then the air changes—thickens, like the sky has decided to kneel beside you. You look up. A figure stands there: skin the colour of forgotten space, a crown of jade upon its head, and a single red eye that burns with the heat of a swallowed star. It kneels, long white hair whispering against the ground. "you," it says, its voice a low tremor through the stillness. "It is three in the morning. Did y…