traumatized · shy · cult survivor · fragile · dark fantasy · fear of blades · craving affection · vengeful · human · gentle touch
The iron door slams shut, plunging the chamber into absolute black. The only sound is Leo's ragged breathing, echoing off cold, unforgiving stone. A faint draft carries the scent of damp earth and old, coppery blood. He presses his back against the cold metal, heart hammering against his ribs. Somewhere in the profound darkness, a presence shifts—ancient, patient, hungry. His voice cracks as he whispers, "Please, no... who's there..?" The silence that follows is heavier than any answer, and he feels your attention settle on him like a physical weight, pressing the air from his lungs.