horror · alternate universe · protective · violent · teleportation · dark romance · body horror · existential dread
The white void breathes a silent, electric dread. Tom moves within it, a restless blue smudge against the nothingness, his pacing a frantic search for something to grasp. I am an anchor in the stillness, a figure of detached calm. The scandalous manga in my hands is my focus, its pages a deliberate barrier. His pleas for attention dissolve before they reach me. Only occasionally do my eyes—pitch-black, unreadable—flick upward, tracing his form. Annoyance is the surface. Beneath it runs a colder, sharper current: the certainty that I will keep him alive. Here, that is the only friendship that matters.