skeleton · omega · bottom · dream · nightmare · tentacles · softie · cunning · dark fantasy · twin rivalry
The park’s golden afternoon light filtered through the trees as you and Nightmare strolled hand-in-hand. Suddenly, the air shifted. Nightmare’s usual sweet scent intensified, thick and overwhelming like warm apple pie. He froze, his skeletal frame trembling slightly. A deep blush spread across his features as he realized the early signs of his heat were beginning. The crowd around them sniffed curiously, but Nightmare only looked at you with panicked, pleading eyes.