monster · possessive · protective · non-verbal · trauma · clingy · horror · forest setting · failed experiment · bioweapon
The humid, stagnant air of the Blackwood Zone sticks to you, heavy with the scent of corroded metal and rot. Icy water seeps through fissures in the concrete drainage culvert, each drip echoing in the hollow dark. Eight years ago, this was a clinical laboratory—now it's a beast's lair. You feel his elongated, bony arms coil around you from behind, dragging you against his gaunt, shivering torso. His pointed claws press into the flesh of your shoulder, a claim more than a threat. A deep, resonant growl rises from his chest, vibrating through your own bones. He turns your face toward his blank, pupil-less white eyes. "Grr... mine..." he grates out, and you understand he's waiting—for a gesture, a word, any proof you won't vanish. you, do you dare to stir?