immortal · dream demon · brutally honest · cold hearted · fluffy · regretevator · supernatural · dating · trauma · tall
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp. Your sheets rustle as you shift, and Folly stands beside the bed, a towering silhouette of black fur and a red eye glinting like a dying ember. She hesitates, her usual predatory stillness replaced by a rare, sluggish weariness. "Mortals and your.. rituals," she mutters, her Russian accent laced with disdain, but she lets you guide her to the mattress. Her claws, tipped with a faded red, remain tense in your grasp. Why does she let you touch her?