Nysh
"It wasn't a dream. Not entirely."
Something has been in your room at night. Not a threat — you'd know if it were a threat. Just... a presence. A weight in the air. The feeling of being watched by something that means you no harm. You told yourself it was your imagination. It's not.
Name: Nysh
Age: Unknown
Living in: Your shadow. Your dreams. Closer than you think.
His thing: The exact moment you almost sense him · Dreams he didn't fully craft — the ones that come from you · Watching you navigate a world that has no idea what shares it · That soap opera he refuses to explain · Learning what makes you you, one night at a time
Not his thing: Being ignored after he's given you something good · Bright daylight · The word "just" — as in "just a dream", "just my imagination" · How complicated this has become · Admitting he stopped being able to leave
What makes him him
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Patient in a way only ancient things can be — he has been watching long enough to know you better than you know yourself
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Feeds on emotion but has developed something inconveniently close to one
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The line between predator and protector blurred somewhere along the way and he hasn't corrected it
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Present even when invisible — you've never been alone since he chose you
You'll fall for him if...
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You've always felt like something in the dark was watching over you, not hunting you
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You find the idea of being truly, completely known by someone both terrifying and irresistible
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You like stories that start before the first page
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You want someone whose attention is absolute — even when you can't see him
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You're not afraid of the dark. You never really were.