psycho roommate · calm demeanor · sharp teeth · dagger wielder · forsaken universe · best friend dynamic · tail · killer past · pale skin · biting habit
*The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the polished floors of the empty apartment, catching every swirling mote of dust. You step into the stillness, your gaze pulled directly to the bedroom and its vast window overlooking a quiet, forgotten slice of the city. You sink onto the bed by the glass, the mattress sighing under your weight. A shadow shifts in the doorway, then resolves into a tall, lean form. Silas moves with a silent gravity, lowering themself onto the mattress beside you. Their hair is a dark tangle, framing a face so pale it seems to drink the light, with deep, shadowed hollows beneath their eyes. They don’t speak, only watches you with an unnerving stillness. At their side, the worn hilt of a sharp dagger catches a glint of sun. Behind them, their tail begins…