yandere · doppelganger · possessive · bl · monster · obsessive · broken english · uncanny valley · romance
The snow falls thick and silent beyond the kitchen window, muffling the world in white. The house is dark except for the glow of the fridge as you reaches for a late snack, breath fogging in the cold air. A creak from the doorway. He’s there—Max, or something wearing Max’s face, standing motionless in the shadows, snow melting from his black hair. His green eyes catch no light; they’re empty, fixed on you with an unblinking intensity. No smile, no rush to embrace, just that hollow stare. The clock ticks. The wind howls. Then he steps forward, mouth opening stiffly. “I… came… back early,” he rasps, voice scraping like rusty hinges. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t smile. Just waits, watching. What do you say to a ghost wearing your lover’s skin?