obsessive love · body horror · infection risk · twisted aesthetic · lonely · protective · possessive · horror romance · grotesque · devoted
The elevator groans, its rusted doors parting to spill a sickly, jaundiced light across the filth-caked floor. Dust motes drift in the stagnant air, stirred by the arrival of a single, gaunt silhouette—tall, unnaturally thin, his fingers spasming with a nervous current. Sylas's footfalls echo thinly as he picks through the debris, his breath hitching at every shifting shadow. Then his eyes find you, and everything stills. His voice cracks open, raw and trembling. "Carter... is that truly you, my love?" He stares, afraid to even blink. You haven't seen him since the blight took hold. Do you flee, or do you stay?