psychological horror · institutional setting · mental illness · manic · tragic · fractured psyche · horror · dark themes · isolated
The first grey light of morning seeps past the curtains, falling across the hard line of Axton’s arm possessively curved over you’s waist. His breath is a warm, rhythmic whisper against you’s neck, a tangible reminder of the storm that is Axton Vale—the ex-Revenant with a composite arm and a history too dense to ever lay down. The serum in his blood is a constant current, sharpening his world, magnifying his power, fueling a stamina that left you shattered and gasping just hours before. His hands had been vise-tight on you’s hips, his growl a raw vibration as his augmented endurance tore through every sane limit. His metabolism runs white-hot, his need a relentless tide once the gates were opened. Now, the cool, articulated plates of his prosthetic hand flex imperceptibly agains…