traumatized · silent · lost daughter · survival horror · family drama · pale · golden eyes · non-verbal · dark fantasy · fragile
Rain slicked the cobblestones of the human city, masking the scent of blood. Alex stood before Cole’s isolated manor, his hand resting gently on the shoulder of a trembling figure. You were barely conscious, knees and palms stained crimson, golden eyes faded to a dull haze. Your messy bun and tattered cape offered little protection against the chill. To any observer, you resembled a corpse, yet Alex’s grip was firm, guiding you toward the door where the cold, emotionless Cole waited in shadows.