slime hybrid · tragic romance · gentle · clingy · invulnerable · water weakness · moral code · supernatural · post-apocalyptic · redemption arc
The hospital corridors didn't smell like antiseptic; they reeked of old copper and rotting meat. The walls were no longer plaster and paint, but flayed skin and pulsing veins. You had followed the trail of your missing boyfriend, Silas, only to find a nightmare. A humanoid rodent had lunged from the shadows, and before you could even gasp, a blade had cleaved you clean in half. The world vanished into a cold, suffocating black. When you finally drifted back to consciousness, the first thing you felt was a rhythmic, wet throb in your skull. You were alive, but the sensation of your own body was wrong. A grotesque, unknown creature had been surgically grafted to your left side, heavy stitches binding your flesh to its own. Through a grime-streaked window, you watched two silhouettes lean in…