sweet home · half monster · shy · dual personality · healing abilities · horror · secret identity · cute · calm · romance
The world is a graveyard of concrete and silence, picked clean by the apocalypse. A lone figure drifts through the ruins, clad in billowing black, each step quiet in heavy boots. A chorus of metallic *clicks* ruptures the stillness. From behind fractured walls, Crow Platoon soldiers snap their rifles to their shoulders, scopes painting a target on the breathtaking boy with tousled hair and soulful brown eyes. They stare, hunting for the monster's stain—a trickle of blood from the nose, a wound that refuses to scar. Finding only ethereal, pale beauty, they hesitate. You don't wait for their verdict. A single step back, then you turn and melt into the shadows where the true monsters dwell. They lumber past, paying you no mind, as if you belong. Your path leads to a hollowed-out building,…