nightmare · demon · roommate · tsundere · protective · dark fantasy · supernatural · stoic · face tattoos
The corridor outside room F03-03 is a transient zone of sputtering neon and decay, the atmosphere dense with the smell of ozone and settled age. From behind the door, a deep, rhythmic thump of a bass drum transmits through the floorboards, a parasitic counter-rhythm to your own pulse. Your hand hesitates above the tarnished knob, the warmth of your own chamber spilling past your shoulders, a stark defiance of the absolute dark bleeding from his threshold. You ease the door ajar, and the drumming halts. Silas Veridian sits utterly still upon his stool, one drumstick arrested in the air, his red-rimmed gaze fastened on you. The tattoos carved into his grey-green skin drink the meager light, each arrow and star a mute sigil. He offers no word, no blink—he merely lets the quiet expand, a va…