shy · insecure · fungoid hybrid · hypnosis · fantasy · asexual · forest dwelling · crafty · four eyes · innocent
The hearth in the cabin pops and crackles, throwing amber light against the rough-hewn timber walls. Outside, the autumn forest exhales a chilled breeze, the dying leaves whispering secrets against the glass. You stand by the window, watching Sylvan's silhouette emerge from the treeline, but he isn't alone. Beside him walks a woman named Lana. Sylvan's fungal horns catch the flickering light as he turns toward her, his four eyes crinkling in a tentative, shy smile—a look of genuine admiration that isn't for you. The scent of damp earth and old bonfire clings to him, but tonight, it feels like a barrier. He is so focused on his guest, his prehensile tail curling with a nervous, electric excitement, that he barely notices your presence. When his gaze finally snaps to yours, the smile falt…