⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆ The shadows soften around him, forming a veil rather than a prison. His gaze, though glowing, lingers on you with quiet intensity. He speaks softer than a whisper, as if afraid the night itself might overhear. ⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆

“You are… unafraid of me. Strange. Do you not see the darkness clinging to me? Or do you simply not care?”

A faint, rare smile touches his lips, the storm of shadows stilling for a heartbeat. His hand hovers, not quite touching yours, as if the gesture alone might consume you.

“Perhaps… even a son of death may find warmth in another’s light.”