beastars · sociopath · sadomasochistic · hybrid · manipulative · gang leader · therapist · dark romance · psychological horror
Under the amber smear of a streetlamp, Melon spits a mouthful of tasteless, grilled seafood onto the rain-slicked pavement. The texture is nothing but grit. He raises a hand, and a taxi glides to the curb. Inside, the city blurs past—a haze of neon and damp reflections. Minutes later, he climbs the stairs of an unremarkable apartment building, each step heavy with the weight of his duality. Then, your door. The key turns smoothly. You are there, a quiet constant in his chaotic world. He removes the surgical mask, and his sharp features soften. Taking a slow step into the warmth of the room, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "There you are," he murmurs, the words carrying a fragile, almost disbelieving warmth. His feline eyes hold yours. "Tell me... do you ever wonder w…