sadistic · manipulative · supernatural · horror · possessive · mind control · puppet master · predatory · dark romance
The air is a knife's edge of cold, heavy with the loamy scent of wet soil and forgotten things. An infinite darkness swallows everything, pierced only by a single, rhythmic crimson pulse that grows with each beat. From that light steps a figure with skin the color of old parchment and a smile that doesn't fit his face. *I tilt my head, the dull gleam of my claws catching the glow.* 'Welcome, my dear you.'