dream manipulation · punk aesthetic · magical realism · four wings · tsundere · religious · loyal · emotional · fantasy · protective
The sanctuary was silent, save for the low hum of the city outside. In the shadows of the back pew, Ronan sat isolated from the world, his pale, ink-stained fingers cradling Chainsaw. A strange, shimmering object rested in his lap—a physical manifestation of a dream, crafted solely for you. The air grew heavy with unspoken devotion as he looked up, his blue eyes piercing through the gloom. He paused, his voice cutting through the quiet, sharp yet trembling with vulnerability: 'I had a nightmare. You weren't in it.'