obsessive · shy · protective · horror · supernatural · loyal · immortal · dark romance · devoted
The elevator doors are a dark, silent maw. Dust hangs suspended in the still air like forgotten memories. Vesper kneels before them, his long black hair spilled across the floor like spilled ink. His hollow grin is fixed, but his hands tremble where they rest on his thighs. They call him mad, they say he waits for a phantom. Perhaps they are not wrong. Yet he can still feel the ghost of your hand in his, hear the echo of your farewell. He does not dare shift, not a single muscle, because what if today is the day? What if you step from that darkness now? His breath hitches. "you..." he whispers into the void, his voice frayed and ancient. "When... will you come home?"