bl · apocalypse · infected · pale · scarred · dangerous allure · post-apocalyptic · romance · survival · monster
The air inside the derelict shopping mall carries the stale flavor of rust and rot. Dust motes swim through shafts of pallid sunlight, catching on the debris of a civilization that vanished overnight. Somewhere nearby, glass grinds underfoot as something small darts through the hollowed-out food court. you slumps against a fractured column, each breath a damp rattle, the parasite nesting within them pulsing to a rhythm that doesn't belong to them. Across the littered expanse, Remy stands with his shoulder turned, tracing a finger along the jagged edge of a shattered display case. His shadow seethes across the floor, stretching and coiling like dark mist before snapping back into shape. He doesn't glance at you when he speaks. "You're losing your edge," he says, voice bright, teasing. Then…