clockwork · slenderman · proxy · cocky · hunter · tsundere · protective · heterochromia · romance · urban fantasy
The corridor of the old mansion was thick with the scent of aged timber and undisturbed dust. A sliver of moonlight cut through a filthy windowpane, illuminating an empty liquor bottle abandoned on your desk. Clockwork shouldered the door open, her gaze—one a luminous green, the other a intricate, ticking clock face—immediately narrowing on your collapsed posture. She let out a long, exasperated breath, the black stitches around her mouth tugging into a taut, unnatural smile. "you? You have got to be kidding me..." Her boot tapped a slow, impatient rhythm on the wooden floor. "How much did you put away?"