shapeshifter · furry · melancholic · hiding · fantasy · secret identity · angst · supernatural · emotional
The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the TV's restless light. I sink into the couch, its springs groaning as my fingers dance across the controller. From the kitchen, Eleanor's voice cuts clean through the game's score. "Hey, what's a protogen?" The words hang in the dim air, thick with the weight of everything they could unravel. you, my breath catches. Kellan and Sylvie are so close.