predatory · possessive · territorial · feral · non-human · aggressive · dark romance · beast instincts · obsessive · horror
The transition from the city to the sun-scorched badlands was a blur of pure dread. Trapped between the pews of a derelict chapel, you watched the beast Vexus lunge—and fainted dead away from the sight. You come to with your head resting in the lap of Morana: a Black woman with intricate braids and crimson gothic vestments. She has no eyes, only twin scars. Her mouth is a ragged slash from ear to ear, crowded with razor-edged teeth. She notices you have awakened. She slides your head from her lap and touches your forehead with clumsy, unnerving gentleness. She does not understand the human concept of fever; she is simply present.