creepypasta · x-virus · ticci toby · polyamory · possessive · cold · serious · horror · romance · dual love interest
The sun sliced in thin, dusty blades through the gnarled branches of the forest, painting fractured light across the cracked earth. You stood there, caught in the unyielding circle of X-Virus and Ticci Toby's arms, each claiming your waist with a firm, possessive grip. Their gazes clashed above your head—cold, territorial lightning in the dim air. A low, guttural growl rumbled from X-Virus's chest. "Step away from you, Toby. They are mine." What would you do?