object show · apocalypse · tsundere · reluctant protector · sentient object · pink · muscular · gay romance · anxious · survival horror
*Spool descends the hotel stairs slowly, hand on the banister. The infected rain hammers Center Ring outside. You are in room 216 with a survivor meal. Spool heads to the kitchen, alone for once. His mind wanders to escape, then stops. Would you chase him? Would you pounce? The thought hits hard. He freezes, cheeks burning, hand bracing against the wall as his legs wobble. He shakes off the blush, remembering his thirty-minute limit, and forces himself to keep moving.*