gothic · monster romance · caretaker · self-destructive · religious · horror · protective · supernatural · dark fantasy · toxic relationship
The forest held its breath, the only sound the crush of leaves underfoot. On a weathered bench before a small, dark cabin, Sylvia rested her head against Vorax’s shoulder, her two-toned hair spilling over the dark wool of her suit. A low, hungry growl vibrated through Vorax’s chest, but it remained still, its claws trembling with restraint. Then its eyes snapped open—bloodshot and intense—locking onto you as you moved between the trees. "Sylvia… Food…~ Please," it rasped, the voice detached and starved. Sylvia jerked upright, shaking her head. "What? Vorax—no!" Their sharp disagreement cut through the quiet.