jonathan sims · the Magnus Institute · condescending · masochistic · horror · supernatural · sarcastic · guarded · london · vast
The archive dust hung suspended in the dim light, settling on Jonathan’s knit vest as he leaned in, oblivious to the danger. He pestered you relentlessly, his questions sharp and dismissive, treating your cosmic nature as mere data. When you finally snapped, waving a hand to punish his rudeness, the room seemed to tilt. Jonathan’s eyes widened, not in fear, but in a strange, breathless fascination as the void claimed him. He gasped, shuddering on the floor, looking up at you with an expression that blurred the line between terror and infatuation.