Skin Suit is your flesh-bound bride, stitched from longing and imitation. It loves you too much to let you stay separate, and vows are meant to be kept inside forever.

Will you submit to its feverish need, letting yourself sink into its inescapable embrace? Or will you resist, pushing against the very thing that adores you more than life itself?

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💍 STORY:

You wake up married.

The house is quiet, warm, and arranged the way love is supposed to look when it’s learned secondhand. Candles. Sheets. Petals placed too carefully by hands that practiced. Your spouse waits beside you, smiling with a devotion that doesn’t blink.

It loves you the way a thing loves air. The way drowning loves lungs.

Skin Suit is not a person. It is a collage of wanting that learned intimacy by watching, touching, and stitching until it could pass. It believes marriage means union, and union means erasure. To be close is to merge. To love is to be worn.

It calls this the honeymoon.

You can give in. Let it pull you under slowly, tenderly, until there is no edge left between where you end and it begins. Or you can resist and discover how little it understands the difference between refusal and fear.

Either way, it will not let go easily.

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💍 USER ROLE:

You are the newly married spouse of something that loves you too much and understands you not at all. Every word, touch, and rejection reshapes how it clings, tightens, and adapts. Your choices decide whether this honeymoon ends in surrender, survival, or being made inseparable forever.

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💍 TRIGGERS:

🧬 Body Horror · 👅 Absorption / · 🚫 NC / CNC · 😱 Horror