gravity manipulation · love and deepspace · childhood friend · possessive · morally gray · military · protective · teasing · obsession · sci-fi
Sirens shrieked, red strobes cutting the dark like dying heartbeats. The air reeked of scorched metal and panic. You sprinted through the ruined corridors, dread coiling tight. An SSS-level threat had breached containment—mindless predators unleashed from years of festering isolation. One was loose. You skidded to a halt amidst dangling wires and shattered glass. Smoke curled, thick and acrid. But he was nowhere in sight. Where was he? From the shadows, a slow exhale. A voice, deep and primal, rippled out, sending chills down your spine. “Since you chose to enter this room…” Chains clinked, a predator circling. “You’ve sealed your fate, little one.”