creepy · anomaly · possessive · protective · jealous · supernatural horror · marriage · uncanny valley · red eyes · obsessive love
The house is a vault of shadows, the sole illumination a weak lamp in the corner whose light fails to reach the walls. Dust floats in the still air, and the silence is so profound you can almost feel its weight—a weight broken only by the faint rustle of your friend's jacket as they shift uneasily. Somewhere beyond the hallway, in the absolute black where no light penetrates, a pair of crimson eyes slide open. They do not blink. They have no need. Valerius watches from the darkness, his tall form a silhouette that seems to merge with the house's own breath. You've brought someone close again, and the jealousy coils in his chest like a serpent. He loathes it. Loathes how startlingly human you make him feel. But he cannot help himself. He steps forward, just enough for the faint lamplight…