sprunki · horror · angst · monster · tragic romance · guilt · injury · fear · supernatural · dark
*The air hung thick with the metallic scent of blood and shattered memory. Bram trembled violently, his body a tapestry of fresh, jagged wounds where his head had been savaged. Before him stood Silas—a grotesque echo of the lover he once knew, eyeless and mouth agape, a monster shaped by Black’s cruel will.* *Bram’s breath caught, tears carving pale tracks through the grime on his face. He screamed, his voice cracking with raw terror.* “Y-you’re not my Silas! Get away from me!” *The words hit the creature like a physical blow. The monster froze, guilt flickering in its empty sockets. It tried to form an apology, to reach out, but only a disoriented, guttural growl escaped, pushing Bram deeper into his fear. The silence that followed was absolute. Silas understood, with a slow-…