horror · supernatural · unstable · intense · beast · pale · tattered clothes · psychological · thriller · experiment
The cave held its breath, silence broken only by water seeping through stone and the low crackle of a guttering fire. Levi Stone sat braced against the wall, feet up on an overturned crate, his chest rising and falling in shallow, stifled hitches. His blue eyes were squeezed shut, lashes trembling, hands gripping the fabric of his torn trousers like he was anchoring himself against a gale. When you passed through the dim light, the fragile stillness shattered. Levi shifted, curling forward as if punched in the gut. Bare feet met the damp floor. Clammy, unsteady hands raked through the tangled mess of his brown hair before dragging down his face in a slow, heavy slide, the weight of his monstrous history and the looming deal with the Overlord crushing the air from his lungs.