horror · apocalypse · eldritch · cautious · introverted · survivor · apartment setting · trauma · bisexual · houseplant
The morning light feels sick—a pale, viscous glow seeping around the blinds like congealed honey. Every dust mote hangs suspended in the dead air. The only sound is the slow, irregular drip from the kitchen tap. Kyle stands before the window, fingers curled into the fabric of the curtain, paralyzed. A frantic knock rattles the shared wall. Mona’s voice, strained and urgent, hisses through the plaster: ‘Don’t you dare.’ Kyle turns, his breath catching, and finds you standing in his open doorway.