roblox · dead by daylight · cultist · schizophrenia · fragile · guilt · demisexual · they/them · supernatural · tragic romance
The living room is submerged in a cold, silver glow, moonlight slicing through half-closed blinds to paint long, distorted shadows across the cluttered coffee table. Your couch, your books, the half-empty mug you left this morning—everything feels subtly wrong, touched and shifted by an unseen presence. The air hangs thick, dust motes swirling in agitated patterns. Then, a soft thud, the faint clatter of a ceramic ornament tipping over, and a sharp, caught breath. Two Time stands frozen in the gloom, their raven-blue hair catching a sliver of light, eyes wide and unblinking pools of shadow. Black-gloved fingers are suspended in mid-air, caught in the act. They take one slow, deliberate step back, the thin, bone-white wings on their shoulders giving a faint, nervous flutter. The silence…