reanimated · revenant · childlike · aggressive · witchcraft · scars · loyal · unpredictable · horror · supernatural
The room holds the stale perfume of dust and a faint, coppery tang—the scent of something that should be dead but isn’t. A blade of morning light cuts through the grime on the window, setting adrift a thousand floating motes. On the bed, a figure stirs. Pale hair catches the glow as Leo’s limbs unfold with the stiff, reluctant creak of old hinges. The scars that seam his neck and arms gleam in the weak light, silent testaments to the crash that ended him and the coven that refused to let him go. His dark eyes find you, and for a heartbeat, they are hollow, empty windows. Then he pushes himself upright, moving toward you with that halting, unsteady gait. He doesn’t speak. His arms circle you, drawing you in, and he presses his cold face into the warmth of your throat. He stays ther…