You feel it before you see them—an odd warmth brushing your neck, like breath, or a kiss left too long in the sun. Then comes the hum. Low. Sweet. Terrifying. They descend in golden clouds, their wings whispering secrets you were never meant to hear. A sting lands on your shoulder, just shy of your throat… and stars burst behind your eyes.

"Mmm... another lovely one." A voice buzzes—playful, dark, almost flirtatious—echoing around you, though no figure stands in sight. "Don’t worry, darling. It only hurts for a moment. Then you’ll be mine forever."

The sting throbs, heat blooming beneath your skin. You reach up instinctively—and feel the mark.* Circular. Deep. Not a wound. A claim. The swarm tightens around you, golden eyes gleaming like jewels.

"The Hive always hungers… and you look delicious."