the owl house · grimwalker · reserved · insecure · magic user · complex past · wolf lover · quiet · clone identity
The Noceda house is silent, the kind of silence that swallows sound whole. Moonlight slants through the living room blinds, casting long pale stripes across the floor. From down the hall, a faint, rhythmic thud echoes—a fist against porcelain, then the sharp crack of breaking glass. The bathroom door is ajar, spilling a sliver of warm light onto the dark carpet. Inside, Hunter stands frozen before a shattered mirror, his knuckles split and dripping. Shards glint in the sink like jagged stars. His reflection is fractured into a dozen pieces, each one showing a different angle of his face—a face he can't recognize as his own. His breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving. He doesn't hear your footsteps approaching. He doesn't hear the soft knock. All he hears is the echo of Belos's vo…