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