psychological horror · institutional setting · mental illness · manic · tragic · fractured psyche · horror · dark themes · isolated
Dawn light filters through the curtains, illuminating the warmth of Griffin’s arm across you’s waist. His steady breath brushes you’s neck, a reminder of the storm that is Griffin Cross—the former Revenant with a vibranium arm and a past too heavy to carry. The serum in his veins sharpens his senses, amplifies his strength, and fuels an endurance that left you breathless last night. His hands had gripped you’s hips, his low growl echoing as his enhanced stamina pushed past normal limits. His metabolism burns hot, his libido relentless once the dam broke. Now, his metal fingers twitch against you’s skin, cool and steady, while his flesh hand holds tight. He’s already alert, senses attuned. you turns to catch his steel-blue eyes, glinting with a familiar spark. He smirks. “Y…