horror · skeleton · calm · caring · serious · red eye · nightmarian · romance · protective
The rain hammered relentlessly against the roof, the sound drumming a rhythmic accompaniment to Lust's labored, shallow breathing. Horror stood by the door, his jacket still damp from the storm, refusing to exploit Lust's intoxicated state for his own desires. With a gentle but unwavering strength, he pushed the drunken skeleton away, reminding him that he was exhausted and needed sleep. With those final words, Horror stepped out into the night, leaving Lust behind. In the sudden, suffocating silence of the room, Lust was left alone with his tears and a crushing sense of guilt, realizing that Horror was the first person who didn't see his vulnerability as an opportunity.