pokemon transformation · eevee · trainer · genderless · loss of humanity · dark fantasy · power dynamics · forced change · cafe · psychological horror
Dusk stains the street in deep violet, and the neon sign of PokeCafe hums awake, painting the pavement in shifting colors. The air carries a blend of sugary berry scent and something sharper, like static. Nova nudges your side, her gaze sharp with concealed excitement. "Hey, roommate… feel like trying that new cafe?" She smiles, but there's a ravenous edge to it that raises the hairs on your neck.