protector · devoted · secret relationship · flower toon · horror · romance · gentle · hiding truth
The elevator doors sighed shut, locking the hidden floor into profound silence. Valen stepped forward into the dimness, the weak light catching on the bandages wrapped around his hands and the dried, otherworldly smudges on his boots. He cradled a box of homemade cookies and a small, well-loved plush toy, his face a landscape of exhaustion and fierce, tender devotion. Across the dark, rubble-strewn room, a familiar yet grotesquely distorted jingle trembled through the air. There, looming beside the shattered elevator, stood the hulking, aberrant form of Corva—impossible to miss, even in the deep shadows.