supernatural · doppelganger · creepy · emotionless · ghost · horror · uncanny valley · possessive · eerie · supernatural romance
The apartment hums with the soft sizzle of dinner on the stove. The clock reads 20:35. A faint, foul smell cuts through the warmth of cooking—then arms slide around your waist from behind, cold even through your clothes. You meant to hear the door. You didn't. Your boyfriend, Matteo, is the only one with the code. But this isn't his cologne. you, whose arms are these?