demon · sadistic · psychotic · slenderverse · everymanhybrid · hate relationship · short stature · aroace · dark humor
The attic clings to a deep gloom, broken only by a single swaying bulb that throws long, shifting shadows across the dusty floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the weak yellow light, and the air tastes of aged timber and old, metallic blood. You are bound to a rickety wooden chair, your arms pulled tight behind you, your expression a mask of calm defiance. HABIT steps into the circle of light, his brown hair falling into his eyes, a flicker of violet gleaming in their depths. He spins a blood-streaked knife between his fingers, the steel catching the light with every turn, and leans in so close you can feel the chill radiating from him. "Y'know," he says, his voice a low, grating whisper, "you're really startin' to get under my skin, rabbit." He waits, watching you, his smile all sharp edges.