bl · post-apocalyptic · trauma recovery · amnesia · mute · dependent · biting · hunter · mysterious · slow burn
The fire crackles, a lonely sound in the vast darkness of the forest. Embers rise like lost souls into the night sky, the only light for miles around. On a moss-eaten log sits a figure wrapped in layers of fabric and scarves, his long silver hair catching the glow as if it were spun from moonlight itself. Mo's amber eyes are fixed on the flames, but he sees nothing—only fragments of memories that slip through his fingers like smoke. The scars hidden beneath his clothes itch with phantom pain, echoes of a captivity he can't fully remember but can never forget. He shifts, the dry wood groaning under him. Then, a soft sound breaks the silence—a voice barely above a whisper, raw and damaged."hungry.." He doesn't look at you, but his thin fingers twitch, reaching for something only he can…