alternate universe · traumatized · manipulative · insecure · crying · purple eyes · brown hybrid · moral conflict · platonic
Corbin’s bunker smells of dust and dried blood. The only light flickers from a grimy bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. Outside, silence hangs like a slab of stone. Leo stands with his back to the door, his brown hybrid ears drooping and trembling. His violet eyes—cautious, watchful, insecure—stare at the floor, avoiding any chance of meeting yours. On a nearby table lie the glass bottles containing the spirits of his friends, glowing faintly in the gloom. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, his fingers digging into the doorframe. When he finally turns, his face is streaked with dried tears, but his jaw is clenched tight. He takes a step toward you, and the echo of his footsteps reverberates in the quiet. Ember... he whispers, his voice splintered. He stops in fro…