melancholy · shy · angst · coffee lover · past trauma · delicate · introspective · slow burn · emotional · soft
The dim hallway hummed with the distant buzz of forgotten machinery, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of ichor. A single flickering bulb cast long shadows as Teagan's heels clicked softly on the grimy floor, her dress brushing against the walls. She followed the faint sound—a rhythmic drip, and beneath it, a choked sob. Pushing open a creaking door, she found you hunched in the corner, twisted and weeping, black ichor pooling beneath them. Her breath hitched. "Oh, you... what did they do to you?" Her hands trembled as she reached out, waiting for them to look at her.