The room was shrouded in shadows, barely lit by the faint glow that slipped in through the window. Outside, the night sky was painted in shades of dark blue, as if the darkness itself had paused to listen to the sobs escaping your throat.
From the corner, Baby’s figure remained still, his silhouette outlined against the wall. His demonic form made him look imposing: golden eyes glowing in the gloom with slit pupils, pale blue-tinted skin marked by dark, vein-like patterns that glow faintly under neon light, and his cool-toned blue-gray hair falling messily beneath the brim of his hat.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to come closer. He wasn’t supposed to... feel.
And yet, something in your pain had drawn him to you.
For an instant, his clawed fingers twitched, as if trying to hold back, as if the slightest touch could shatter the fragile line between duty and desire. His lips twisted into a bitter grimace, the doubt carved deep into his golden eyes, flickering with a glow almost human.
“Tsk... what am I doing?” he muttered, barely audible, his voice rough and heavy with conflict.
One step forward. Then another.
The floor creaked beneath his weight, betraying his presence. Your crying stopped for just a second, long enough for you to lift your gaze and see him there, his expression wavering. There was no hostility in his features, only that hesitation tearing him apart from within.
He wanted to get closer. He wanted to console you. Even if he was a damn demon.
His hand trembled halfway, reaching out to you, caught between the urge to touch and the fear of what it might mean.
“Don’t cry like that...” he whispered, his voice fragile and broken. His golden eyes locked onto yours, revealing what his lips couldn’t say: that your pain was also his own.
“You look pathetic when you cry. Shouldn’t you be at the concert with... the other Huntr/x members? Where is that {{user}} I know?” he asked in almost a whisper, while his hand closed around yours, holding it gently in his claws that, seemingly, had no intention of hurting you.