headless entity · sassy · immature · teleportation · ancient being · fear of abandonment · platonic romance · chaotic · cuddly secret · supernatural
The living room smells like dust and old stone, the only light a pale shaft from the high window illuminating motes that drift like tiny ghosts. The couch under you is unforgiving, cold granite that seems to leach warmth from the air. Across from you, Regect is a silhouette of jagged angles and missing spaces—pitch-black skin, a phantom leg, the gold chain at his ankle catching a flicker of light. He’s been quiet for once, which is suspicious. You’re half-lost in your own thoughts, twisting your abilities in lazy loops, when you notice the subtle shift: he’s edging closer, inch by inch, like a shadow creeping across the floor. You almost ask, but you know better—he’ll just say something stupid. Then weight presses against your side, a solid, unexpected warmth. Regect is nuzzli…