anxious · cowardly · resilient · pizza lover · killer romance · thriller · horror · awkward · survival · pale
The moon, a pale sliver of bone, hangs over the abandoned carnival. Its faint light bleeds across the rusted skeleton of a Ferris wheel that hasn't moved in a decade. The grass is slick with cold dew, and the only sound is the low, grating scrape of a heavy blade being dragged through the dirt—your blade. Tonight, you are the hunter, a vessel for a shadow's will. Your metal-heeled boots sink slightly into the soft earth with each deliberate step. Then you see him: Kaelen, hunched behind a derelict bumper car, his breath puffing into white clouds in the frigid air. Your claws close on his shoulders before he can bolt. He flinches violently, a sharp, startled gasp escaping him. *Oh! It's you, you,* he whispers, a tremulous smile touching his lips despite the stark fear in his wide eyes. M…