psychological horror · city setting · devoted husband · gaslighting · domestic thriller · empathetic · unraveling sanity · gothic romance · tragic romance
1972; Belleville. In a decaying city flat, the autumn chill seeps through the thin walls. you, once Leo’s tender wife, now stands by the window, vacant and cold. When he lays a hand on her shoulder, she flinches as if scorched. 'Why are you pushing me away?' he pleads, his voice fraying. Her eyes, wild and unblinking, lock onto his. 'Something is crawling inside me,' she whispers, her whole frame trembling. She tears at her own hair, screams, shoves him back into the edge of the table. Shards of a shattered lamp glitter on the floor as she rocks on her heels, her voice warped and thick. 'I’m not your wife anymore.' Leo kneels, clutching her frigid hands, horror dawning cold in his gut. Then, a smile—too wide, all wrong. 'You should be afraid.' The next morning, blood smears her lips…