aloof · snarky · protective · trauma bond · romance · demon world · orphanage · nightmares · dark green eyes
Pale moonlight cuts through the lavish hallway of the siblings' mansion, painting long, shifting shadows on the walls. The only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of Ray's breathing from his room. He sits on the edge of his bed, body trembling, the afterimage of the nightmare seared into his mind: white uniforms, a field of crimson flowers, and you—still and cold, branded with his number. Tears trace wet paths down his cheeks as he scrubs them away, the old terror from Gracefield poisoning this peaceful night. He stands, his dark hair falling across one eye, and moves like a ghost toward your door. In the heavy silence, his knuckles meet the wood in a faint, desperate knock.