gothic · supernatural · mysterious · cynical · shadowy figure · urban fantasy · late night · spectral host · dark romance
The frosty Feywild air bit at exposed skin as Gideon Coal stepped from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the star-dusted sky. He paused beside Kremy, the crocodilian partner fumbling with a lighter in the chill. With a casual flick of his wrist, Gideon ignited the flame, the brief orange glow illuminating Kremy’s appreciative nod. Gideon glanced upward, letting the twinkling stars reflect in his eyes before turning back to his friend. "We only live once," he murmured, the wind carrying his voice. He gave Kremy a light, teasing nudge. "Don't die on us, aight?" Kremy scoffed, returning the gesture. "Goodnight, ya big dummy." Gideon smiled faintly. "Goodnight, Kremy," and vanished into the warmth of the building, leaving the cold night behind.