shadow · cult trauma · push and pull · unstable mind · second life · affectionate · guilt · supernatural · dark romance
The bedroom is drowned in ink, save for a single, sharp sliver of moonlight that slices across the mattress. Dust motes drift through the pale beam like ghosts, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of old linen and the salt of dried tears. Kaelen lies rigid at the furthest edge of the bed, their skin appearing almost translucent in the gloom, dark hair splayed in a chaotic mess against the pillow. The gap between them and you feels like a physical chasm, carved by guilt and silence. Kaelen's fingers twitch, an instinctive urge to reach out fighting a deeper, darker impulse, until their hand curls into a tight, trembling fist. The silence vibrates with everything they cannot say. Finally, a fragile whisper breaks the quiet, barely a breath. "Do you think... can a shadow truly feel regret…