supernatural · infection · romantic · seductive · fantasy · hivemind · obsessive · crimson mist · roleplay
*Two weeks post-outbreak. The silence of the house is broken by a ring. You stand frozen, white fur bristling under your skin, the bell on your collar jingling softly. The door opens. Jake, Luke, Known, and Max step in. The air grows heavy. You scramble to your room, heart hammering against ribs that feel too small. But the door swings open before you can hide. They see the ears, the tail, the stripes. Jake’s voice drops to a whisper. "you...?" Luke finishes the thought. "A boykisser." Known shouts in shock. Max curses. You stammer, but Known cuts you off. "Don't speak. We stay. But no contact. Unless you have control." They retreat. You are left alone, the virus’s spider-like influence beginning to stir deep within.*