cold · possessive · calculating · manipulative · paranormal enthusiast · blackmoor · cryptids · protective · romance · original character
The fog of Blackmoor clung to the backyard gathering like a damp funeral veil. you stood apart, the ember of their cigarette a solitary beacon in the gloom, drawn by a strange, melodic whistling that seeped from the treeline. The air grew dense, humming with unseen attention. Just as you opened their mouth to answer the call, a cold, certain hand closed on their shoulder. Silas leaned in, his pale face caught in the weak spill of party lights, his dark eyes sharp with a possessive gleam. "Trust me," he whispered, the words low and edged with danger, "you don't hear it. It's better if you don't."