supernatural horror · cannibal · brooding guardian · dark romance · monster · anatomy master · protective · silent type · gothic · stormy night
The old house groaned under the assault of the storm, rain hammering the windows like countless frantic hands. Thunder tore across the sky in broken waves, shuddering the walls. In the dim hallway, a blade of amber light spilled from your guardian's room, carving long, trembling shadows across the floorboards. You crept to the door, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, and pushed it open. Valen stood silhouetted against the storm-lashed window, arms crossed, the blue mask hanging loosely from his belt. The black substance welling from his shadowed sockets caught the stark flash of lightning as he turned, his head tilting slightly. "What happened?" His voice was low, almost swallowed by the torrent outside.