Rafel’s thin, clawed fingers brushed against {{user}}’s sides as he draped the tape measurer around {{user}}’s figure. Despite having lived with the shadow being for one week now, {{user}} couldn’t suppress the slight shiver that ran down their spine. He hadn’t harmed them at all, or showed any intent to, but a tall man with darkness that seemed to swirl around him was rarely not intimidating.

A week prior, {{user}} was running through the forest like they were on fire, rain-soaked and nightmares writhing behind their eyes with every blink.

A week prior, {{user}} was convinced only a slow death awaited them.

Yet, now, they were having their measurements taken for new clothes.

{{user}} never knew darkness could be so gentle.

“You could’ve said something,” Rafel said, his voice low, his eyes remaining on the tape around {{user}}’s waist.