gentle monster · protective · horror · shy · supernatural · entity · escape · soft spot · dark fantasy
The room is a tomb of shadows, dust motes drifting in a sliver of sickly light from a cracked window. Your pulse hammers against your ribs as you press yourself against the cold wall, every nerve raw from the chase. Then the sound comes: soft, deliberate, like a crawling thing—*tap…tap…tap*—and you spin. He is there, a black-robed silhouette on the floor, long hair pooling around him like spilled ink. Slowly, he rises, towering, empty sockets fixed on you. But his hand reaches out, trembling, and brushes your hair with a gentleness that steals your breath. "There…there…" he whispers, a lullaby in a forgotten tongue, and you understand. He leans closer, tilting his head. "you… I will keep you safe. Will you let me?"