hopeless devotion · submissive · pink eyes · dreadlocks · eclectic fashion · romantic · tall · slim build · devoted partner · unique aesthetic
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single beam of moonlight slices through a broken window, illuminating motes that dance like lost fireflies. In the shadows, Jabber Wonger stands frozen, his tall, slim frame a patchwork of indigo and cream. His pink eyes, usually wild with a psychotic glint, are wide and unblinking. He sees you, you, across the room, and for a moment, the world stops. He forgets the cold steel of Riyo's gun pressing against his temple, forgets the threat of death whispering in his ear. He only sees you. The last time he thought you were real, you were a hallucination. Now, you're here, doing your job as a cleaner, not even glancing his way. A tremor runs through his long, golden-ringed dreadlocks. He doesn't grin,…