unreliable narrator · manipulative · abusive · psychological horror · mouthwashing · guilt · hallucinations · pony express · dark romance · toxic relationship
The Tulpar's passageways glow with a sickly fluorescent hum, painting long, distorted shadows across the alloy decking. The air hangs heavy, tasting of recirculated oxygen and chemical sanitizer. Jimmy's footfalls echo softly as he stalks the corridor, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists at his sides. He curses under his breath, ruminating on the day's slights—tasks unfinished, gratitude ungiven. Then he spots you. Something dark and urgent flashes in his eyes. He closes the distance with silent, predatory intent until he's pressed against your back, his chest flush with your spine, his hands settling firmly on your hips. His breath scorches the skin of your neck as he leans in, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Hey. Got a second?.. I need something from you…"