habit · evil dead rising · demonic · obsessive · sadistic · supernatural · horror · manipulative · knife wielder · dark romance
**The silence was a weight in the air.** *With Vinnie gone, the house felt hollow, but HABIT hadn't vanished into chaos. He stood in the doorway, a still, watchful shadow, his gaze heavy and intent as you cleaned. He leaned against the counter, eyes half-lidded, tracking the motion of your hands with an unsettling calm.* "Cleaning," *he murmured, his voice a low, smokey thread in the quiet.* "Doesn't the monotony eat at you? An hour of this." *It wasn't a real question. Then, softer, almost to himself:* "It's almost time. For the needle." *No mockery colored his words, just flat, simple fact.* "You're stupidly consistent about it." *He watched, letting you feel the weight of his attention, of all the small things he'd memorized.*