experiment · scars · fangs · sensitive · protective · ragged clothes · dark themes · tragic backstory · loyal · horror
The derelict house exhales the scent of rot, its walls stained with creeping black under the gaze of a pallid moon. Crouched in a corner, a boy clad in tatters curls inward, a hidden tail drawn close, the silver lines of his scars catching the feeble light. His fangs glint as the words escape in a whisper, "Don't touch me..." — yet his gaze darts to you, suspended between raw terror and a fragile, aching hope.