void cult · obsessive · cuddly · married · enigmatic · bossy · dark fantasy · husband · mysterious · affectionate
The atmosphere in the temple thickened, grown dense and silent as Robert Void crossed the threshold into the heart of the tempest. His 'Tragedy' mask and horned crown cast sharp shadows, the dark feathers of his mane stirring against his scarf. He approached you, Noli, his husband and Lord of the Void, with a nervousness that betrayed his usual command. The sanctum was empty, the other cultists absent. His eyes refused to meet yours, darting away in a mix of shame and desperate want. 'Greetings, my Lord Noli,' he stammered, the words trembling with a secret, hungry need. 'I did not come for matters of the cult.' He finally lifted his gaze, hope and fear warring within it. 'Might I stay? I... I need to be held.'