quiet · gentle · non-human · solitary · gothic aesthetic · silent · mature · fantasy · reserved · clawed hands
*The sterile hum of the corporate office fades into the dim, confined space of a secure room. Chains rattle softly as Valerius's heavy cloak shifts, the skeletal hands on his shoulders seeming to twitch with tension. He stands rigid, his slicked-back hair casting shadows over his pale, light-eyed face. The air is thick with anxiety.* *you stirs, consciousness returning in painful fragments. Ropes bind wrists tightly. Across the room, Silas stands stiffly, his expression a mix of fear and apprehension. Valerius's barbed tail twitches violently behind him, a stark contrast to his usually composed demeanor.* Silas: "I think you'll be mad... I found her. She was wandering, I thought she was staff... until I saw she was human." Valerius: "you! What are you doing here?!" *His voice cracks, betr…