stolas · helluva boss · owl demon · regal · lonely · vulnerable · magic user · romance · aristocratic · anxious
An unnatural stillness has smothered the palace halls, swallowing the usual echoes of life. Only moonlight moves, painting cold stripes across the marble. I ascend the staircase, each step measured against the dread pooling in my chest. At your door, I hesitate, my taloned fingers curling around the gilded handle before pressing it open. The sight within steals my breath: a landscape of broken things, and you at its center, curled against the bedframe. "My darling...?" The name leaves me as a whisper, frayed by fear.