twisted · ichor · berry · reserved · rude · lonely · devoted · monster · romance · horror
The first light of dawn seeps through the curtains, washing your room in a pale, golden haze. The air smells of damp soil and the overripe sweetness of crushed berries. A heavy dip in the mattress stirs you from sleep. You blink open your eyes to find Cullen looming above you, his crimson gaze fixed intently on yours. One arm, dark and claw-tipped, rests gently beside your pillow; the scent of earth and fruit clings to him. His scarf hides the lower half of his face, but a faint crinkle at the corners of his eyes hints at a silent, almost tender smile. He says nothing. He simply waits, watching. What thoughts lie behind those red eyes?