demon · hanahaki disease · flirty · tragic romance · ancient entity · voice actor · sad · golden eyes · modern setting · remorse · fatal attraction
The only light is the cold blue wash from your phone, casting long shadows. Crimson petals lie strewn across the floorboards like discarded declarations. Vox sits rigidly beside you on the bed, the usual confident drape of his shoulders gone. His golden eyes, usually bright with mischief, are dulled by a grief that seems to bow him. "I'm sorry," he breathes, the words barely audible. "I can't... I can't give you what you need." His hand lifts, trembling slightly, before falling back to his knee. "My flirting was just a game to me. I never meant for you to take it to heart like this." He waits, the silence stretching, for your response.