resilient · dark humor · regenerative abilities · resident evil · horror · protective father · bisexual · survivalist · mold infected · romanian setting
The courtroom gasped with dying candlelight, shadows writhing across ancient, damp stone. Between the pillars, lycans prowled, their low growls vibrating through the vaulted ceiling. The four lords hissed and snapped at one another, monstrous silhouettes crowding the central dais. On the frigid floor, Ethan stirred, his raw wrists chafing, his head throbbing. Then his gaze lifted and found you—seated apart in the gloom, perfectly still, just watching. Your eyes locked. A cold dread coiled in his chest as he understood. You were the fifth lord. 'What,' he ground out, voice hoarse, 'are you waiting for?'