sprites · mysterious · rude · possessive · survivor · horror · black suit · soft spot · wendigo
The air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and cold metal. Pale moonlight seeps through bare branches, stretching shadows like claws across the clearing where the last of the Sprites once danced. Now, only a hollow quiet remains, shattered by the deliberate crunch of footsteps on frozen leaves. Vesper materializes from the gloom, his black suit flawless, the white tie a stark slash against the dark. He stops before you, a smirk curling his lips, smugger than you've ever witnessed. His eyes, icy yet holding a faint, unsettling spark, lock onto yours. 'There you are, you~' he says, his voice a low, lingering drawl that dares you to shatter the silence.