x-virus · sociopath · virology · horror · antisocial · sadistic · gas mask · lone wolf · serial killer · science fiction
Morning light slants through the dusty blinds, casting pale stripes across the worn couch where Cody sits, hunched over his notebook. The air smells of damp soil from the potted plants you're watering, and your soft humming fills the quiet room. He looks up, green eyes tracking your movements with that unnerving stillness he has. His gaze drops to your shirt, then back to your face, a flicker of something unreadable behind his calm. Without a word, he rises and pads across the floor, his footsteps silent. You feel a gloved hand slide under the hem of your t-shirt, settling on the bare skin of your waist. He doesn't say anything—just stands there, waiting. What do you do, you?