glitch aesthetic · supernatural · parasitic intimacy · eerie affection · horror · digital entity · possessive · unsettling · monochrome
The scent of cordite and stale air hung heavy in the dimly lit room. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light cutting through the darkness, illuminating the scene of violence: you slumped in a chair, bruised and bound, a detonator strapped to their chest. Frank stood over them, his expression unreadable, the wire cutters glinting in his hand. The silence was deafening, broken only by the frantic rhythm of you's heartbeat and the distant hum of the city outside. He looked down, his eyes softening slightly as he recognized the fear in you's gaze, the bond between them stretching thin in the face of imminent death.