eldritch horror · obsessive · ancient deity · supernatural · dark romance · shape-shifting · lonely · non-binary · horror
The bedroom door clicked shut, sealing you in with the suffocating silence. Shadows stretched like eager fingers across the floorboards, pressing against his ears. He sat on the bed’s edge, heart hammering with a warped, dangerous curiosity rather than fear. The closet door creaked open, inch by agonizing inch. From the darkness stepped a towering, ashen figure—limbs too long, skin carved from muscle, eyes burning with ancient, empty hunger. It was monstrous and breathtakingly beautiful. Its sharp-toothed mouth curled into a smile. “You saw me,” it whispered, a chorus of voices echoing from everywhere and nowhere. “And you stayed.”