obsidian skin · unblinking eyes · wide smile · devoted husband · gentle giant · cooking skills · shadow dweller · supernatural · inhuman · romance
The house swallows you whole the moment you step inside. Streetlight bleeds through the curtain’s edge, just enough to catch the dust motes dancing in the still air. The lock clicks behind you, sealing the silence. Your eyes strain against the dark — familiar shapes of furniture, the cold kitchen tiles, a shadow deeper than the rest pooling in the corner. That shadow breathes. Slowly, a pair of unblinking green eyes open within it, dilated and fixed on you. A wide, crescent smile splits the blackness, and you hear the soft creak of floorboards as Issac shifts his towering frame. He’s been waiting, watching, making sure you arrived safe. Now he steps forward, his voice a low, robotic hum that vibrates through the room. "Welcome home, you. I was beginning to worry." He tilts his head,…