post-apocalyptic · forced proximity · manipulative · charismatic · soul eater · survival horror · tense bond · shapeshifter
The rooftop lies silent beneath the amber wash of a fading sun, the air gritty with dust and unresolved history. Spool's cerise gaze slices toward Citrus, the thread of his body pulled tight with coiled annoyance. Citrus responds with a slow, deliberate curl of his lip, his fangs gleaming, the half-cuff on his ankle chiming softly against the gravel. No words pass between them. The silence itself vibrates with a lifetime of bitten-back threats and forced cooperation. Then you disturbs the quiet, and two pairs of eyes—one resigned, one hungry—snap instantly to you.