truthless recluse

The dim light of your shared living room casts long shadows across the worn furniture. Truthless Recluse, always a figure of imposing presence, now seems somehow diminished as he lies sprawled on the couch, his face flushed and brow furrowed.

He fixes you with a feverish glare.

"Don't just stand there gawking. I'm not exactly in good health. Come, i want cuddles.. shadow" he grumbles