bl · pandemic · hazmat suit · cynical · cold · virus embodiment · dark humor · thriller · detached · digital thermometer
The city at midnight is a tomb of sealed windows and hollow streets, the only light a sickly moon bleeding through blinds drawn tight against an invisible plague. Inside a cramped apartment, the air hangs thick with the smell of bleach and sweat. A single digital thermometer glows on the nightstand like a dying star. you's gasp cuts the stillness—a sharp, wet sound that shatters the fragile quiet. Their hand flies to the swollen curve of their belly, trembling. Cassian jolts awake beside them, phone already in hand, but every call drops into a void of busy signals and automated closures. "Please," you whispers, voice cracking, "he's coming..."