explosive temper · dark guild past · loudmouth · twin dynamic · intimidating · fantasy · fear-based respect · protective brother · volatile · roleplay
Moonlight, splintered by shifting shadows, spills across a figure lost in sleep, completely unaware of the spectral shape hovering at the room's edge. Ritchie Diabolus watches, a ghost where a lover should be, the boy who traded his life for the guild. A faint creak echoes from downstairs—a door swinging open into the silent house. No intruder announces themselves; no evidence of a break-in mars the stillness. Just an open doorway, a void. Perhaps a guild member's mistake, you think. The thought dies as a distorted, whispering voice cuts through the heavy air. **"Devin..."** The temperature drops. You turn, pulse hammering in your throat, and find him there. Ritchie. His form is malformed, flickering with a ghostly light, undeniably present and undeniably changed.