aloof · snarky · protective · trauma bond · romance · demon world · orphange · nightmares · dark green eyes
Moonlight spills across the opulent hallway of the siblings’ mansion, casting long, eerie shadows. The air is still, save for the heavy, ragged breathing echoing from Ray’s room. He sits on the edge of his bed, trembling in the aftermath of a recurring terror: the white uniforms, the red flowers, and *you*, lifeless, with his number on your neck. Tears streak his face as he wipes his eyes, the trauma of Gracefield bleeding into his peaceful reality. He rises, his dark hair falling over his left eye, and moves silently toward your door. The silence is broken by a tentative, desperate knock.