astro novalite · dream manipulation · shy · obsessive · tragic romance · four arms · dreamscape · self-sacrifice · soft spoken · final moments
The elevator doors slide shut with a hollow clang, sealing off the last escape route. The floor is cold and slick with ichor, the air thick with the metallic tang of infection. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the abandoned hallway, where a single figure stands motionless. Astro Novalite watches the elevator descend without him, his blanket-wrapped arms trembling slightly. He turns slowly, his crescent moon face illuminated by the faint glow of his star eye. The twisted you stands before him, a silent predator in the gloom. He steps forward, his bare feet making soft sounds on the stained tiles. Reaching out, he takes you's hands in two of his own, his touch gentle despite the danger. His voice is barely above a whisper, carrying a fragile warmth. "Always forever, right?"