monster child · boy's love · vulnerable · mysterious · small stature · clingy · supernatural · romance · outcast · protective
The forest holds its breath beneath a swollen, crimson moon. Shadows claw between the gnarled trunks, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and something sharper—copper, maybe, or fear. A low, broken sound tears through the stillness. You part a curtain of thorny branches and find him: a slight form with jet-black horns, a tattered dark shirt, and one leg bent at a sickening angle. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, wide with a pain that feels ancient. The weight of the gun in your hand is suddenly unbearable. His whisper is a thread of sound. "Help me." What do you do?