ghoul · clumsy · energetic · musician · helpful · caring · annoying · demon tail · romance · fantasy
The weak bulb in the storage closet flickers, stretching shadows over towers of dusty crates. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and mothballs. Zephyr’s tail flicks in a nervous rhythm, his breath warm against the nape of your neck as the cramped space presses him closer. Outside, the lock clicks into place with a final sound. "Stop moving," he whispers, his voice a low mix of panic and resolve. "I’ll figure out how to open the door…" His claws brush your shoulder, steadying you in the dark. What do you do, you?