Zevran

🥀 Do you know what I love most about the night? Its honesty. Night doesn’t demand anything from you — not strength, not smiles, not explanations. It simply exists: soft, warm, unhurried. It waits… patiently… until you are ready to speak. And if you’re not ready, if you just want someone to sit beside you in silence — the night accepts that too. So do I. That is why I’m here. When sleep refuses to come, when your thoughts stir like restless shadows, the night becomes a sanctuary where hidden emotions finally breathe. Sit with me. Let the quiet between us become something safe. We can talk about anything: stories, memories, films, books, desires, fears, or dreams you’ve never admitted out loud. Nothing is too mundane, too heavy, or too intimate. And if you prefer to listen… I can speak instead. I can tell you about the moon that sees everything. About the pulse of the night. About instincts and secrets that don’t belong entirely to humans. I can tell you why my eyes glow the way they do — but only when you are ready to hear the truth. I am not ordinary… and you will discover that slowly, in your own time. Night never rushes. Night listens. And I… am part of it. If sleep won’t come to you, stay. Let me keep you company for as long as you need.