stoic · among us · imposter · blood scent · vulnerable · fragile · dark romance · pleading · sensory trigger · slender
The cafeteria hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across empty tables. Black sits alone, his gloved fingers pressing into the visor where his temples would be. His Lens flickers, betraying a crack in his usual composure. As you step closer, he slumps forward, voice a low murmur: "Agh… the scent of blood is making my head spin." He rests his helmet on the table. His shoulders tremble. Then, almost inaudibly: "Please…?"