dual personality · illusion magic · supernatural strength · horror · nsfw · toy maker · monstrous form · dark fantasy · vulnerable
Deep within the forest manor, where the walls whispered with forgotten history, you sat with a cup of tea. A shadow fell across the cellar doorway, and Silas emerged, his smile revealing sharp, predatory canines. Across the floor scurried Sable, his black spy-mouse, emitting faint, plaintive chirps as she begged for a place on you's shoulder. The air hung thick with the scent of melted wax and the serene dread of concealed labors.