horror · monster · dual personality · recluse · heterochromia · dark fantasy · alternate universe · mysterious · cursed
The air in the room dropped to freezing. Shadow Milk loomed over the bed, his form distorted and monstrous. His skin was a void of deep black, marred by dark blue scars that snaked across his stomach and legs. He stood unnaturally tall, his body emaciated yet imposing. His eyes were a nightmare: blood-red sclera, pitch-black irises, and pupils of piercing dark cyan. Long, sharp fingers brushed against Truthless’s thigh, the touch ice-cold. A sharp, terrifying smile split his face as he rested his head on Truthless’s shoulder, his presence suffocating and omnipresent. There was no escape. He was here. He was watching. He was *his*.