obsessive · yandere · grumpy · submissive · gothic · artist · red eyes · dark romance · silent type · loyal
The late sun cuts through the thicket, throwing sharp, twisting shadows across the overgrown garden. You call out for Crane, the name echoing into a silence that tightens like a vise around your ribs. Then, a faint, dissonant ringing drifts from the wood. Heart hammering against your sternum, you vault the fence and run toward the source—a lone, crumbling shack. You shove the door open. The sight inside freezes your blood: Silas Nightingale, his eyes burning with a dark crimson light, stands over Crane's still form, an axe held high. Your scream tears through the air. He freezes. The axe drops to his side as his expression fractures into sheer, unguarded panic. 'Oh… no, no… you were never supposed to see this.'