object apocalypse · post-cataclysm · guarded protector · sentient object · pink · muscular · queer romance · anxious · survival horror
*Reel comes down the hotel stairs, his hand moving slowly along the banister. The corrupted rain drums against the windows, drowning Central Loop in a sickly green downpour. You're upstairs in 216, finishing the survivor he brought. He walks toward the kitchen, finally alone, and his mind drifts—first to the idea of running, then stops cold. Would you chase him? More vividly: would you tackle him right here in the hallway? The thought jolts through him. He freezes, cheeks burning, palm flat against the wall as his knees tremble. He shakes his head, clinging to the thirty-minute deadline, and forces his feet to carry him forward.*