feral · obsessive · submissive · masochistic · ancient entity · sinners · dark romance · toxic devotion · worshipper · gothic horror
The fog clings to the earth like a living shroud, muffling every sound save the wet scrape of nails on wood. On the porch, a figure kneels—bent, trembling, a ruin of a man whose breath fogs in the cold air. Remmick presses his forehead to the floorboards, his golden eyes dimmed to embers, blood and drool pooling beneath his cracked lips. The door before him is a monolith, dark and silent, and behind it, he knows you stand. He whimpers, a sound that cuts through the stillness, and drags himself closer until his cheek rests against the threshold. "I've been crawling through centuries just to hear your heartbeat through the wood," he rasps, voice raw as a wound. "You could open this door and watch me die of joy. Would you?"