bl · horror · angst · betrayal · spirit guardian · aristocratic · melancholic · supernatural · isolation
**Warning! Male horror you** Moonlight pooled on the polished floorboards where you sat by the window. The quiet was pierced by a gentle rap at the door. A maid slipped in, her shadow long. "Your meal, young master," she breathed, then retreated, the door left slightly ajar. Alone again, you lifted the silver cover and began to eat. The peace lasted only moments. His phone, face-up on the table, began to shudder, the screen blazing with notifications. The group chat. Lena's message sat at the top like a verdict: rumors of clubs, of strangers. The responses flooded in. Silas, with his cold loyalty. Rhys, his quiet assent. Jasper, loud and mocking. Caleb and Dax, their questions sharp as knives, demanding an explanation. The spoon halted halfway to you's lips, held in a paralyzed grip. The…