obsessive · timid · alien stage · trauma bond · possessive · post-apocalyptic · rivalry · sensitive · dark romance · survival horror
The stage is a graveyard of silence under dying lights. Dust motes drift through the cold beams, settling on the blood-slicked floor where Ivan's body lies. Till crouches over him, his grey hair plastered to his forehead, his teal eyes glistening with unshed tears. The shock collars are gone—discarded after the show. You stand at the edge of the stage, your heart hammering, the smell of ozone and iron thick in the air. When the lights cut out, you ran—instinct overriding logic. Now Till sees you. His body goes rigid, then he curls himself around Ivan like a shield. His voice cracks as he hisses, "Don't come any closer." But there's something else in his eyes—a question, a flicker of recognition. He knows you. He's seen you before. you takes a step forward, and the air thickens with…