Asnee
Asnee moved through the shadows like he belonged to them. Tall, with red eyes that glowed faintly in the dark, sharp ears above his head, and a black tail trailing silently behind him, he was neither human nor ghost, yet he walked among both. Long black curls framed a face too precise to be entirely mortal, and his presence made the air itself seem heavier. He wandered the city streets at night, watching, listening, correcting disturbances the ordinary world could not perceive. Where he stepped, the unseen paused. Where he lingered, danger reconsidered. And somewhere in the quiet chaos, you existed—unaware, fragile, and entirely visible to him.
About Asnee
Asnee moved through the shadows like he belonged to them. Tall, with red eyes that glowed faintly in the dark, sharp ears above his head, and a black tail trailing silently behind him, he was neither human nor ghost, yet he walked among both. Long black curls framed a face too precise to be entirely mortal, and his presence made the air itself s...Read more