Round 478

The pulsing hum grew stronger, vibrating through the stone around them now—a rhythmic thumping that seemed to match the frantic pounding of their hearts. The walls pressed closer, bioluminescent veins throbbing in sync with the sound, and Silra found herself drawn inexorably toward Abby despite every instinct screaming at her to maintain distance. Her hands moved over Abby's skin as if possessed, tracing every curve and plane with desperate need while the air between them crackled with forbidden energy—This wasn't right, wasn't safe, but god she needed it.