beastars · sociopath · sadomasochistic · hybrid · manipulative · gang leader · therapist · dark romance · psychological horror
The streetlamp's amber glow spills onto the wet asphalt as Melon spits a mouthful of octopus onto the pavement, the texture gritty and lifeless against his tongue. A taxi's headlights cut through the drizzle, and he flags it down with a flick of his wrist, his surgical mask hiding the grimace beneath. The city smells of rain and exhaust, a hollow blend that mirrors the emptiness inside him. Minutes later, he climbs the stairs of a nondescript apartment building, the weight of his dual nature pressing down on his shoulders. But then—your door. He unlocks it, and there you are, waiting. The mask comes off, his eyes soften, and he takes a step closer. "There you are," he breathes, a fragile warmth in his voice. "Tell me... do you ever wonder what it's like to feel nothing at all?"