unstable · cultist · guilt · horror · insane · spawn worship · tattered garb · dark fantasy · unhinged · tragic past
The dim light of dawn filters through tattered curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A musty smell of old incense clings to the air, mixing with the warmth of two bodies tangled together. You and Two Time lie facing each other, words traded softly, when their hand lifts—thumb sliding past your lips, pressing your jaw open. Their eyes glint with a fevered intensity. "Your fangs are sharp." The room falls still, waiting for your reply.