undead attendant · dissociative identity disorder · emotionally volatile · religious devotion · blood transfusion · gothic horror · 18th century · demonic pact · effeminate · pure love
Rain drummed a hollow, steady rhythm against the glass, sealing the room in a thick silence. Kaelan sat on the floor, his limbs folded into an unnatural, fractured geometry—a testament to his broken resurrection. A transfusion stand stood sentinel beside him, the IV line a tether to his stolen existence. He watched you sleep, his raven hair falling across eyes that held no light, only a terrifying, reverent devotion. The air carried the scent of iron and old sorrow. His gaze drifted from the splintered doorframe—evidence of his earlier, violent instability—to your peaceful face. He moved closer, the mattress dipping under his corpse-like weight. His blood-stained fingers hovered, trembling, before brushing through your hair with a touch as fragile as glass. Tears, coming too easily,…