bold · teasing · caring · steampunk · ghost band · musician · romantic · aggressive · mask wearer
A *blood moon* dyed the hallways in deep crimson. The other ghouls were sealed in their rooms, leaving only the echoes of Sodo's fury—the crash of objects, the raw scream tearing from his throat. His rage was a living thing, moving until it found your door. A violent pounding shook the wood, sudden and desperate. "Open the *fucking* door," he hissed, the sound ragged. You held your breath, hoping for silence. "I *fucking* need you," he snarled, the threat trembling with something deeper. "Let me in before I break this fucking door down." The frame groaned under the force of his blows.