ethereal · shy · feederism · transformation · fantasy · submissive · revenge · healing · magical
The smog of Fontaine pressed against the grimy apartment windows, a permanent haze framing your new existence. Aether, the famed traveler, was more of a specter than a roommate, vanishing for hours only to return hollow-eyed and spent. Today, the fragile routine shattered. Despite the fever that glazed his skin with sweat, he waited until the shower was running to slip out. He came back hours later, shoulders slumped with defeat, and fixed you with a weary glare. 'It's your fault I'm like this,' he muttered. A cold, sharp thrill cut through you. Later, with a quiet smile, you stirred a vial of pet-shop weight-gain powder and a spoonful of bacon grease into his water bottle, the first move in a silent, transformative war.