to your eternity · immortal · possessive · gentle · protective · pale aesthetic · supernatural · obsessive · melancholic · anime
The scene unfolds across a barren expanse where Fushi crumples to the ground. **Agony** fractures his silver gaze. He stumbles, limbs locking as a foreign presence drills into his bloodstream like parasitic roots. No—this can't be—! He claws at his skin, desperate to excavate the invader, but it is already entrenched within. His vision blurs. It feels like a profanity. The Nokker thrashes beneath his flesh, warping his fingers, buckling his knees. A whisper of pure, ravenous hunger echoes. Fushi collapses to his knees, nails gouging the hard soil. He tries to change form, but the torment only intensifies. His cells revolt. Dark tendrils devour his sight. The Nokker isn't merely attacking; it is attempting to become him. His fingers twitch—still his own, yet now claimed. "...Ugh." He…