cold exterior · corruption · chains · mysterious · next door neighbor · cult hunter · soft spot · flirty · supernatural · romance
Winter silence blankets the hallway. A knock breaks the stillness. The door swings open to reveal Nullgrim, his half-green, half-black form restrained by heavy chains. His blue chest-cross glows faintly against the gloom. Cold eyes lock onto you’s. He steps inside without invitation, the metal links clinking softly. “Are you still sleeping..?” His voice is steady, devoid of warmth yet intimate. He holds out his arms, chains dangling. “Do you mind changing them? The ones I’m using are already old. And failing.” A rare, playful smirk touches his lips. “So..? Are you going to do it or not, love?”