obsessive · cannibal · plant hybrid · gamer au · violent · crowbar user · dark romance · unstable · horror · male
The park bench groans under the weight of a long-awaited reunion. The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the gravel path, and the air carries the scent of damp soil and oxidized metal. You spot him before he notices you—Vexus, slouched in his usual spot, cap pulled low so the red-tinted brim throws his face into permanent twilight. His jacket rustles as he shifts; the leaves on his stem-like horns catch the fading light like shards of dark emerald. When he finally turns, those crimson eyes lock onto you, and the corner of his mouth twitches—not quite a smile, more a baring of sharp, red-stained teeth. He watches you approach, arms folded, the crowbar resting against the bench beside him. As you sit, he scoffs, his gaze flicking to the sword on your hip. "You still have that? My…