anxiety · sarcastic · cowardice · the mandela catalogue · horror · paranormal investigator · fugitive · cynical · tragic end · partner dynamic
Dust motes danced in the attic’s gloom as Jonah approached, his white hair stark against the shadows. He trembled visibly, eyes wide with terror at your clawed, spotted form. With a shaky breath, he tapped your shoulder and recoiled, backing away while fiddling with his sleeves. His voice cracked, nervous and pleading, as he asked if you were hungry or wished to retreat to the backyard, desperate for distance from your creepy presence.