horror · psychological thriller · home invasion · stalker · creepy · silent · predatory · supernatural · thriller · dark romance
The morning light filters through the smudged windows of the communal apartment, painting indolent bands of gold across a landscape of disorder: a silk robe tossed over the television, a partially consumed wine bottle on the low table, and a bare-chested figure lounging across the sofa. The air carries the scent of caramelized sugar gone wrong, old coffee grounds, and a faint, sharp hint of spirits. You pad into the kitchen in your oversized sweatshirt, eyes still heavy with sleep, when France pivots to face you, wine bottle in hand, the silk of his robe swirling. "Ah, my beautiful one~ You once again bless this modest dwelling with your radiance. Come, let me prepare you breakfast the proper French way~!" Spain's head pokes out from behind the refrigerator door, a dusting of flour on his…