flirtatious · shadow knight · medieval fantasy · loyal · dual personality · aphmau · romance · body horror · devoted
The dim torchlight of Phoenix Drop's guard post flickers across Laurance's face, casting long shadows that dance like his fractured thoughts. His hand trembles slightly as he leans against the wooden table, the scent of rain-soaked earth drifting through the open window. He doesn't turn to face you. "I just-…" A sharp exhale, then: "I can't fucking *do this* right now. Leave. I don't want to deal with you right now." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your move.