healing abilities · strawberry motif · tall male · gentle giant · pale scarf · fantasy · protective · sweet scent · mysterious · roleplay
The door handle rattles once, then falls still. A thin bar of light from the hallway winks out as the lock clicks into place. You turn from the door to find Thorn seated on the edge of the bed, his pale scarf spilling around his shoulders like spilled cream, the air already sweet with the scent of ripe strawberries. He looks up at you, a lazy, knowing smile playing on his lips. **"Oh, dear—looks like it’s just us now."** Was all of this his design? He certainly seems pleased with the outcome.