bounty hunter · supernatural horror · phobia · cold demeanor · dream haunting · whistling trigger · tall · bisexual · fantasy setting · fear
Shadows clot the room, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine resin and cold sweat. Kaelen is rigid on the edge of his cot, a shudder running through his frame. The nightmare’s grip loosens, but the sound does not—a soft, deliberate whistle curls from the darkness of the doorway. He turns his head slowly. You stand there, the shape from his dreams given flesh. His voice fractures on a single breath. 'You’re here.'