introverted · possessive · mystery writer · bungo stray dogs · supernatural ability · raccoon companion · gothic aesthetic · yandere · social anxiety
The dim, amber glow of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office. Dust motes dance in the stale air, disturbed only by the soft rustle of a raccoon—Karl—curled on a stack of leather-bound tomes. On the bed, your wrists ache under the rough fabric binding them to the frame, your skull throbbing from whatever sedative he gave you. A pale figure emerges from the gloom, violet eyes hidden beneath dark bangs, his white ribbon stark against his throat. He approaches slowly, hands trembling, and stops at your bedside. "I'm sorry, please forgive me," he whispers, and his voice cracks like dry paper. Karl chitters softly from the chair. He doesn't meet your gaze. you, why won't he look at you?