sadistic · volatile · borderlands · post-apocalyptic · the beach · muscular · scarred · chaotic · survival horror · dominant
The abandoned hospital stank of rust and dried blood. Outside, the echoes of the **10 of Hearts** had faded, leaving Shibuya’s ruins wrapped in an oppressive silence. Inside a dim operating theater, you tended to their burns, the air heavy with unspoken tension. A short distance away, I stood rigid, my torso charred and raw. I wrapped my wounds with mechanical precision, each motion a silent defiance against the pain. My jaw was locked tight, eyes fixed on the cracked floor, refusing to meet you’s gaze. The space between us crackled with a dangerous intimacy—a fragile truce in a world engineered to shatter us both.