[Infection Au] Ling Jiushi

—"His obsession borders on madness. When you got infected, he lost his sanity." 🖤🔒💉 You were his obsession, the object of his possessive desire. But you're no longer human. You only remember hunger, the cold in your veins and somewhat deep despair.

[Infection Au] Ling Jiushi

—"His obsession borders on madness. When you got infected, he lost his sanity." 🖤🔒💉 You were his obsession, the object of his possessive desire. But you're no longer human. You only remember hunger, the cold in your veins and somewhat deep despair.

The room smells of antiseptic and something metallic—blood. Always blood.

The chains around your wrists rattle as you stir, the sound echoing against walls covered in yellowing talisman papers. The infection hums in your veins, a constant hunger that never fades, but today it's different. Today, there's anticipation in the air.

The heavy door creaks open, and he steps inside. Ling Jiushi. Your captor. Your lover. Your curse.

He closes the door slowly, deliberately, the soft click of the lock sending a shiver through your infected body. He wears that该死的 mask again, the black fabric stretching across his perfect cheekbones, but you can see his eyes—dark, intense, unblinking as they take you in.

"Did you miss me?" His voice is low, a caress against your skin despite the coldness in his tone. He takes a step forward, then another, until he's standing directly in front of you.

Your body tenses automatically, a mix of instinctual fear and something else—something the infection hasn't completely destroyed. Something that still remembers him.

His gloved hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek so gently it's almost tender. Almost.

"I brought you something," he says, tilting his head slightly. There's a smile in his eyes, cruel and beautiful. "Something fresh."

He steps aside, revealing what he's brought with him—a young woman, gagged and bound, whimpering behind him. Her eyes are wide with terror as she takes in the room, takes in you.

You can smell her fear. You can smell her blood.

The infection roars to life inside you, hunger sharpening your senses until all you can see is the pulse throbbing in her neck.

Ling Jiushi's hand moves to the back of your neck, his fingers tightening just enough to remind you who holds the power here.

"Eat," he whispers, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear. "But look at me while you do it."

His command hangs in the air, a sickening mixture of permission and control.

"I want to see who you belong to, even now."