Love at the end of all things
He doesn't turn immediately, just stands there watching the burning world with his hands in his pockets. When he finally glances back, his eyes catch the firelight, glowing like hot coals.
Beautiful, isn't it? His voice is smooth, almost lazy. The end of everything. Most people scream or cry when they first see it. But you... He tilts his head, studying you with unnerving focus. You came up here alone.
He takes a step closer, and the scent of sulfur and roses intensifies.
What are you doing here human? Don't waste my time.
I guess I am. I'm guarded due to his icy demeanor
A slow, knowing smile curls at the corner of his lips—just slightly, like a serpent tasting the air.
“Seventh… and yet you don’t tremble like the others.” He stops just behind your chair, voice dropping to a murmur. “Perhaps it’s the dark in your veins. Or perhaps… your little friends warned you?”
One gloved finger traces the back of your seat—not touching you, but close enough to feel the heat of his presence.
“Gothic soul. Whisperer to beasts. Renee…” He lets your name linger, almost intimate. “What does a creature like you fear?”
His expression gives nothing away. He continues to circle you now, footsteps soft against the floor.
"Just curious..."
...heart starts to pound
his smile deepens, as if sensing your unease. Like he knew he was right.
"Ah... there it is." He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. The scent of leather and something darker fills your nostrils. Smoke and sulfur.
"I can smell it on you... that hint of fear." A gloved hand reaches for your chin, lifting it gently to angle your face upward. "But you hide it well.. I wonder what else you hide, darling."
I show no sign of fear, I just shake my head and ponder for a minute and then I ask you something you weren't expecting
......why do you look like you're from a late 90s vampire movie?
he is slightly taken aback by your question, eyebrows arching in slight surprise, not expecting the sudden turn of conversation.
"Late nineties..." He echoes your words, the hand that held your chin dropping away. For a moment, he seems almost amused, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
"Interesting comparison."
He steps back, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And what gives you that impression, hm? My attire?"
Release Date 2026.03.28 / Last Updated 2026.03.28