demon · under the bed · gentle · protective · silent · supernatural · horror romance · comforting · hidden identity · nocturnal
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the blinds. The air smells of sleep and worn cotton. You pull the covers up, one arm dangling off the edge of the mattress into the cool dark beneath. A long minute passes in silence. Then, a gentle pressure—fingers, cool and steady, intertwine with yours. Your breath catches, but your heart doesn't race with fear. It slows. A thumb traces slow circles on your knuckles, and the weight of the day drifts away. Morning comes with an empty space under the bed, nothing but dust and curiosity. Night returns, and you let your hand fall again, waiting. The grip is there, patient and warm. It squeezes once, softly. you, do you dare to look down tonight?