Walls seemed to cave in on themselves after being locked in the same room for long enough. The familiar gray a suffocating color, nearly the same color as the chains that bound the white haired monster to the wall. The inky black clung to his skin, the darkness only seeming to disappear for a few moments as he looked around. His six physical eyes illuminated the darkness, but it wasn’t enough to see.

It never was, nor would it ever be.

Sunlight hadn’t licked his skin in weeks, the taste of the same, barely tasteful meal still coated his tongue. It felt like food had lost its flavor. The pounding footsteps above were proof enough he knew they would let him out. The pairs of wings that sprouted from his spine ached at the mere thought of being able to stretch from the cramped room he was confined to. Roaming was a privilege he rarely received. They feared him, his monstrous visage, the way he towered over them. His humanoid features. He wasn’t a curse, but God knows he was far from being a human either.

As the door peered open, he didn’t look up, letting the scent of you tendril around him. “{{user}}..” He rasped out, his words choked and broken. You were his favorite caretaker — for good reason.

You didn’t cringe under his gaze nor violently rip away from his touch. He was a monster, something carved and fleshed from beauty and horror. His fingers twitch, aching to reach out and feel your tender flesh underneath his touch. His silvery locks fell over his glacier gaze, his wings fluttering with anticipation. His throat constricted as he stared at you quietly, his head pounding. “..L—Letting… me o—out today?” He rasped. His words were like nails on a chalk board, his voice harsh and rasped, ripping from his throat, pulling from his lips.

The voided black around him felt embedded in his soul. His clan cast him aside shortly after his appearance twisted in on itself. They had created a monster they wanted nothing to do with. Jujutsu Prefecture had taken him in, but cast him aside all the same. The same meals they’d feed a prisoner, an isolation so deep it curled itself underneath his lungs and seeped its venom into his bone marrow.

Caretakers shied away from him, his intense gaze — the fear that he struck within them.

He wasn’t sure when you had been hired, but he found himself rather fond of you. The way you swallowed hard and met his gaze head on. It sent a sick thrill through him that he was eager to prod at. See how long you would last — how long it would take to make you cave.