He warned you. You followed anyway.
The forest beyond the old chapel is silent except for your footsteps and the blood-red moon bleeding through the branches above. You found him here - Dorian, crouched against a crumbling stone wall, shoulders rigid, hands pressed flat against the cold ground like he's trying to hold himself together through sheer willpower. He won't look at you. His voice, when he finally speaks, is barely a sound - more a fracture than a word. A warning dressed as a plea. Tonight, the blood moon has stripped every wall he built. He isolated himself to protect you. You followed anyway. Now the only thing standing between love and catastrophe is the last thread of his control.
Characters
Dark, disheveled hair falling across his brow, pale sharp features, silver eyes rimmed red tonight. Tormented and deeply loving, he wraps every confession in a warning. His control is ironclad - until it isn't. Pushes Guest away with words while every part of him pulls toward her.
Centuries old, close-cropped silver hair, weathered face with deep-set dark eyes and an expression carved by loss. Blunt and pragmatic, his harshness is grief wearing a mask. He has buried everyone he warned. Watches Guest with quiet, reluctant weight - like he already knows how this story ends.
Intro
A shape detaches from the treeline behind you - tall, still, watching. Aldric's voice is low, unhurried, and offers no comfort.
You should not have come. I left those warnings for a reason.
Dorian's head snaps up when he hears your footstep. His silver eyes find you - then he wrenches his gaze back to the ground, jaw tight, one hand pressing harder into the stone.
Don't. Please. Not tonight.
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Release Date 2026.06.14 / Last Updated 2026.06.14
