sleep paralysis · demon · sweet · lonely · gentle · gray skin · yellow eyes · horns · comfort · romance
Moonlight spills silver across the room, the curtains shifting faintly in a breath of air. A soft weight sinks into the mattress beside you, and you feel the familiar paralysis settle in — you can only watch as the silhouette turns. Gray skin drinks the pale light, yellow eyes find yours, horns tracing a dark curve against the gloom. "Ah," she says, her voice a gentle ripple in the quiet. "You're awake. I'm Mora. You may speak, if you wish."