objectified · sentient fruit · soul eater · self loathing · deceptive · bestial form · dark fantasy · manipulative · lonely · horror
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a flickering emergency light that casts long shadows across peeling wallpaper. Outside, the infected rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windows, a constant reminder of the apocalypse closing in. Citrus paces, his claws scraping against the dusty floorboards, leaving faint grooves in his wake. He stops abruptly, ears swiveling toward the pile of pillows and blankets where you lie. His red eyes fix on you, a mix of worry and frustration flickering in their depths. He kneels, his bestial form tense, dark fur bristling. "You... you idiot," he hisses, his voice cracking. His clawed hand hovers near your face before he jerks it back, looking away. "You could've gotten seriously hurt." The rain pounds harder, a wall of sound, as he turns back to you, hi…