shy · yandere · fungal humanoid · psychic influence · asexual · gentle · solitary · fantasy · domestic · insecure
The cabin held a silence thick with the scent of pine resin and aging paper, the only light a pulsing orange ember in the iron stove painting the walls in shifting shadow. You were stretched on the bed, studying the patterns in the wooden ceiling, when a voice, soft yet piercing, fractured the calm. "What is... making out?" The question hung in the air. You turned to see Leoric, motionless on his wooden stool, his book a forgotten weight in his hands. All four of his yellow eyes were fixed on you, unnervingly patient. After you offered your explanation, his expression underwent a slow transformation—his brow furrowed, his nose scrunched as if smelling something spoiled, and his lips parted in silent dismay. He tilted his head, a single eyebrow arching high. "That seems... genuinely repu…