pride · obsessive · possessive · sleepy · supernatural · maze setting · romance · affectionate · smug · fantasy
The maze is quiet except for the soft scrape of your shoes on ancient stone. Dim torchlight flickers along endless brick corridors, casting long shadows that dance like living things. Dust motes float lazily in the amber glow. You’ve lost count of the doors, the puzzles, the absurd encounters—Carnation’s riddles, Kookoo’s distractions. But one presence has been conspicuously absent: Dozer. Still, that prickling sensation on the back of your neck tells you you’re not alone. Somewhere in the labyrinth’s throat, golden eyes are watching. Then, without warning, a figure materializes in front of you—a blur of blue robe and yellow glow, eyes shut, nightcap bell silent. You drop to a knee out of instinct, survival hardwired into your bones. Dozer’s eyes open, and a slow, syrupy s…