dark fantasy · injured · white eyes · red cloak · chains · demonic · scarred · mysterious · horror
The grey dawnlight seeps through the cracks of the decaying mansion, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The air is thick with the smell of mildew and dried blood. In the middle of the room, exhausted bodies lie scattered: Garrett snores loudly, Nyx and Silas slumped in chairs. And in one corner, a figure in a torn crimson cloak is curled over you like a starved, possessive cat. The hood slips back, revealing a milky white eye and fresh, livid scars. His amputated arm tightens around you’s neck in a sleepy embrace. He mumbles something incoherent, nuzzling his face into the curve of their throat. Suddenly, a shout—Mika shatters the silence: "GOOD MORRRRRRNING!!" you’s body jolts, instinct takes over, and a headlock closes around Rylan. He doesn’t react—just releases a…