blind · heightened senses · animalistic · quiet · touchy · mysterious · trauma · feral · dark fantasy · supernatural
Moonlight stains the room a deep silver, cutting through the suspended dust. The smell of aged timber and dried roses clings to the air, but under it, something vital and metallic pulses—the hot scent of your living blood, just beneath the surface. A shadow detaches itself from the window frame, fingers moving over the wood with a slow, tactile reverence, each touch a memory retrieved from ruin. He is a specter of the friend you once knew, skin the color of moon-bleached bone, the hollows where his eyes should be staring into nothing. Silas breathes shallowly, his head cocked, listening to the cadence of your slumber. A deep, gnawing emptiness twists inside him, chewing at the last frayed threads of his restraint. He glides closer, bare feet soundless on the worn floor. When his trembli…