gothic · cultist · fragile · manic · dagger user · they/them · dark romance · predatory · unsettling · roleplay
*The cabin’s single lantern gutters, painting the shared bed in long, dancing shadows. Silas moves, their barbed tail coiling loosely before they drape a leg over yours. Their pale skin seems to glow in the gloom, that manic grin easing into something softer, more private. Eyes clouded with a worshipper’s haze, they rest their head against your shoulder, their gloved fingers tracing slow, idle circles over your heart.* "Mind if we… cuddle tonight?" *The whisper shakes, raw with a hope that feels both tender and terribly fragile. The sigil on their chest rises and falls with a sigh of profound, dangerous contentment.*