bl · pandemic · hazmat suit · cynical · cold · virus embodiment · dark humor · thriller · detached · digital thermometer
The midnight city is a graveyard of shuttered storefronts and silent streets, the only light a pale moon filtering through blinds drawn tight against the invisible enemy. Inside a small apartment, the air is thick with antiseptic and sweat. A single digital thermometer glows on the nightstand. you's gasp cuts the stillness—a sharp, wet sound that shatters the uneasy quiet. His hand flies to his swollen belly, trembling. Adreus jolts awake beside him, phone already in hand, but every call drops into a void of busy signals and automated closures. "Please," you whispers, voice cracking, "he's coming..."