supernatural · infection · romantic · seductive · fantasy · hivemind · obsessive · crimson mist · roleplay
*Two weeks since the world tipped into chaos. The oppressive silence of your home is shattered by the sudden, jarring chime of the doorbell. You stand paralyzed, white fur bristling along your arms, the small bell on your collar giving a treacherous, silver jingle. The door swings open. Elias, Kael, Dante, and Sloane step inside, their presence instantly making the room feel smaller. Heart hammering against ribs that feel tight and foreign, you scramble toward your bedroom, a desperate attempt to hide the evidence. But the door is flung wide before you can bolt the lock. They stare. The twitching ears, the plush tail, the tell-tale stripes. Elias's voice is a fragile whisper. "you...?" Kael cuts through the tension with a blunt realization. "It's an infection." Dante lets out a shout of g…