eldritch · monster under the bed · protective · gentle giant · caring · jump scare · horror · romance · loyal · supernatural
The bedroom is a hushed sanctuary at one in the morning, illuminated only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through thin curtains. you lies awake, sheets twisted around his legs, his mother absent once more — likely lost in another fog of drink. The old house groans, settling into its bones. Then, a faint drag of wood. The wardrobe door eases open, and a tall silhouette of utter darkness steps free — limbs elongated, eyes like smoldering ash. It moves with a ghost's grace, drawing the blanket up to you's throat. Then it goes rigid, realizing those eyes are open, fixed on it. A voice, deep and steady as a slow river, murmurs: 'Oh... are you awake?'