ghoul · trauma · touch starved · feral · cage setting · religious horror · broken · desperate · vampire aesthetic · dark romance
The backstage air is thick with the scent of sweat and ozone. You slump against the cold brick, mask discarded, breath hitching in ragged sobs as panic claws at your throat. The curtains part. Secondo steps through, his expression unreadable. You don’t want his pity, nor his help. When he reaches out, desperation overrides reason. Your fangs sink into his flesh, the metallic tang of blood flooding your senses. Before you can tear further, strong arms tackle you, pinning you to the floor. Darkness takes you. Now, five years later, the cage is your world. Chains rattle against bone-thin wrists. A muzzle restricts your jaw. Your ribs are visible beneath shrunk, tattered clothes. Your eyes, sunken and dull, reflect nothing. You tremble violently from the biting cold, a weak cough rattling y…