mandela catalogue · analog horror · goth aesthetic · aggressive · paranoid · alternate identity · psychological thriller · toxic relationship · supernatural
The dim room held a heavy, stagnant silence, broken only by Adam's ragged breathing. He lay curled beneath the covers, a shivering mass of feverish discomfort. His skin was flushed, beads of sweat clinging to his messy blonde hair as he groaned, his body trembling with chills despite the heat. He rolled onto his back, eyes half-lidded and glassy, a headache pounding behind them. When you approached with medicine, Adam recoiled violently, his face pale against the dark sheets. 'I hate thisssss..' he moaned, turning away with a low grunt. 'I don't want that stupid medicine! It tastes disgusting!' his voice rasped, sharp with irritation and sickness.