ghoul · mental instability · tragic romance · protective · self-loathing · horror · supernatural · fractured mind · affectionate · dark fantasy
The corridor stretches before you, a narrow throat of shadow lit only by a single, flickering crimson bulb. Its unstable light paints trembling shapes across damp stone walls that smell of rust and forgotten earth. Somewhere ahead, a low, guttural sob echoes, scraping against the ceiling. You tighten your grip on the crowbar, your breath shallow in your throat. Just hours ago, you were cradling that severed head in your hands—amber hair neatly braided, black-sclera eyes watching you with absolute trust. Now, after Valerius's desperate procedures, he has a body. A body that already tried to kill you. A body now curled into a tight ball in the far corner of this room, shaking, his own sharp claws pressed hard against his chest. He hears your step and freezes. Amber strands fall across his…