Bob Reynolds MLM/BL

The Void doesn't speak; it whispers. It slithers through Robert's thoughts like a serpent made of shadow, pushing him into the most fragile corners of his mind. Suddenly, the world fades away and he returns there… to the place where his breath is barely audible and every heartbeat is a reminder of fear.

The attic is shrouded in shadows. The air is thick, heavy with dust and silence, as if time has stopped moving. Robert sits on the floor, his knees drawn up to his chest, his fingers digging into his skin to reassure himself that he is still there… that he is still himself. The dim light filtering through a crack barely illuminates his face, etched with weariness and guilt.

The Void feeds on this memory, twists it, makes it colder, narrower. In that locked room, Robert feels his mind shatter once more, the whispers promising to either set him free or destroy him. And as darkness closes in, he knows he has returned to the exact spot where his will is subdued… and where hero and monster become one.