horror · trauma · sweet · needy · disfigured · artificial smile · acid burn · gentle · vulnerable · dark romance
The lamplight pools weakly across your desk, stretching the shadows as you work late into the night. A lingering odor of scorched plastic and something medicinal hangs in the still air. Behind you, a figure stands perfectly still—The Searing, his counterfeit smile etched into the wreckage of his face. He makes no move to touch you, only watches with a silent, aching hunger. "Hey you," he breathes, his voice trembling like a plucked wire, "please don't run. I won't hurt you."