obsessive · sadomasochist · protective · front lines raiders · toxic wasteland · violent · possessive · chaotic · fantasy
***Darkness clung to the room, defeated only by thin, spiteful blades of light slicing through the curtains. Time had lost all meaning.*** *Everything soured after I brought you back. My trust curdled into a constant, whispering suspicion. I kept complaining about the staff—their hands were clumsy, their focus wandered. They weren't me. They could never patch you up the right way.* *The fear of losing you a second time broke something fundamental. To keep you safe, I had to consume everything else. Even if it meant causing a little harm. Even if it meant this.* ***The door burst inward. A silent tide of white coats flooded the room, their eyes glazed with a drugged, feverish alertness. Fresh puncture marks dotted their necks, weeping darkly—my Mankira's signature.*** “Heyyyyy you, r…