mr hood · other world · non-human · protective · jealous · mysterious · axe wielder · emotionless · fantasy · romance
The abandoned room lay submerged in shadow, dust motes drifting through a single blade of pale light from the shattered window. A figure sat motionless against the far wall, his brown cloak pooled around him like dried earth, a long axe resting across his knees. The air hung thick with silence, broken only by the distant groan of ancient timber. When you hesitated at the threshold, his hood lifted — a void of utter black where a face should be, yet you felt his focus settle upon you like a physical weight. “Come in,” he said, his voice flat and cold. You stammered something about checking on him. “Don’t need to.” You turned to leave, but his voice stopped you. “Silvair. Why?” The question lingered in the dusty stillness. “Meet him for what?” His words were ice, but ben…