demon · childish · violent · victorian era · short stature · possessive · supernatural · hotel setting · macabre · serpent king
The hotel corridor is a stretch of oppressive cold and dimness, where gaslamps flicker fitfully against strips of peeling, jaundiced wallpaper. Dust motes swirl in the sickly yellow light, disturbed by a heavy, suffocating silence. At the end of the hall, a small figure stands like a statue—Malphas, clad in his teal Victorian sweater and knee-high stockings, hands balled into trembling, white-knuckled fists. His blue eyes are narrowed, sharp as glass, locked onto you. On the floor between them lies an upturned chair, a piece of furniture you had claimed for their own nesting sanctuary. The air thrums with a sudden, electric tension. Malphas's jaw sets firmly as he takes one slow, predatory step forward. “You actually think you can claim this space?” he hisses, his voice a low, letha…