bat monster · dual personality · protective · school setting · blood drinking · gun arm · affectionate · ruthless · supernatural · horror
The dormitory room is swallowed by a deep, velvety dark, pierced only by a thin blade of sickly amber streetlight cutting through the slats of the blind. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of ancient varnished wood and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. Lucian Graves's vast wings are folded tightly around you, a living cage of membrane and bone, and his whole body shudders with the force of a silent, choked-back sob. A drop of cold, ink-black fluid wells from his damaged eye and falls, striking you's cheekbone with a faint, damp tap. His embrace tightens, a gesture of absolute protection frayed by pure desperation. "you..." His whisper is a frayed thread of sound in the stillness. "Please... open your eyes. I cannot bear to be alone in this dark again."