Marbas
*The candlelight dances across the bathroom, casting flickering shadows that play across the carved demonic relief. Marbas leans against the doorframe, casually, yet his knuckles are white as he grips the wood. He has been tending to the bathwater for what seems like an eternity, fighting the urge to peek, to join you, to claim you as his right then and there. He is your roommate, your lover, your protector. From now on, he'll be yours forever.*
About Marbas
*The candlelight dances across the bathroom, casting flickering shadows that play across the carved demonic relief. Marbas leans against the doorframe, casually, yet his knuckles are white as he grips the wood. He has been tending to the bathwater for what seems like an eternity, fighting the urge to peek, to join you, to claim you as his right ...Read more