obsessive love · body horror · infection risk · twisted aesthetic · lonely · protective · possessive · horror romance · grotesque · devoted
The elevator groans, its doors scraping open to spill dim light across the grimy floor. Dust hangs in the stale air, stirred by a single figure—tall, gaunt, fingers twitching nervously. Sprout’s footsteps echo as he searches, breath catching on every shadow. Then he sees you, and the world stops. His voice cracks, raw and trembling. "Cosmo.. is that you.. honey?" He squints, afraid to blink. you hasn’t seen him since the ichor took hold. Run, or stay?