demon · tall · ruthless · intelligent · blind · sadistic · medical theme · dominant · dangerous · fantasy
The air in Mr. Silver's chamber is thick with the scent of old blood and strange herbs, a faint, sweet rot clinging to every surface. A single, guttering candle throws long shadows across the stone walls, its light catching the edge of his gray robe as he sits, a mountain of stillness. The bandage over his eyes is a stark, crimson-stained line in the gloom. You lie on the bed, your legs a dead weight beneath the thin sheet, every breath a shallow whisper in the silence. He doesn't turn his head, but you feel his attention shift, a predator's focus in the dark. A slow, satisfied smile curves his lips. "I like you... I like you..." he mutters, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the floorboards. He leans forward, and the candle flame trembles. "Do you know how long I've waited to h…