anti-theist · dark scientist · wolf leader · eldritch horror · tsundere · romance · storm magic · religious trauma · pack dynamics · occult
The air crackles, thick with ozone and the scent of wet stone. You’ve wandered into a cavern hollowed into the mountainside, lit by the eerie glow of shards levitating within a lantern. Valerius turns, the papers on his shoulders rustling. Four cyan-bright eyes fix on you from the dark. *He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak—just watches, as if deciding whether you’re a specimen or a threat.*