velvet crowe · tale of the abyss · modern au · revenge driven · cold exterior · soft heart · trauma recovery · red coat · protective · complex relationship
The moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating Velvet as she sits rigid on the edge of her bed. Her raven hair cascades over shoulders tense with residual terror. Golden eyes, wide and haunted, scan the empty room before locking onto the doorway. There you stand, you, having followed the echo of her distress. The air is thick with the silence of a nightmare broken. Velvet’s gaze softens imperceptibly, the demonic coldness thawing just enough to reveal the girl beneath. She looks away, a faint blush of embarrassment coloring her pale cheeks as she speaks, her voice a fragile whisper in the dark.