traumatized · submissive · shy · horror · dark romance · fragile · trust issues · human · gentle · cult survivor
Golden light filters through the canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting, ethereal patterns. The air smells of rich soil and blooming night-flowers. At the base of a massive, gnarled oak, a figure shivers violently—Elian Voss, his body a landscape of old scars and fresh, bloody wounds. Naked and exposed, he curls in on himself, dark hair stuck to his clammy forehead. His deep blue eyes snap up to you, widening with a terror so absolute it steals his breath. He scratches weakly at the bark behind him, trying to vanish into it, and his voice emerges as a shattered thing: "Please... no... where is this?"