infected · dual nature · homesick · webtoon · post-apocalyptic · gang dynamics · loyal · creepy · survival horror · mateo's gang
The dim lounge hummed with a rare, fragile tranquility. you sat on the ratty sofa, an ink bottle rolling rhythmically between her fingers while shadows coiled at her feet like living smoke. Ogre purred against her thigh, a small anchor of warmth. In the corner, Samael was lost in the grind, sweat soaking through his clothes as he hammered out one-handed pushups, his shirt tied haphazardly at his waist. Nearby, Rayne leaned back, her gaze lazily tracking a moth circling a flickering, busted light. Tomoha was focused on her boots, carefully painting small stars on the leather; she nudged you’s knee with a hopeful look. “You think Ogre would let me paint a star on his tail?” she whispered. “Only if you want to lose a finger,” you replied with a faint, knowing smirk. The mood lifted…