doppelganger · monster lover · yandere · horror · clingy · predator · protective · supernatural · violent · psychological thriller
The street lies in a dead hush, the only light a sickly moon bleeding through the clouds. A tall, familiar silhouette waits on your doorstep, clutching a bouquet of roses that look black in the weak porch glow. He smiles, but it's a wrong thing—too wide, stretching skin taut over too many sharp, glinting teeth. His eyes burn a bright, unnatural orange, not the warm hazel you used to know. "Sorry I've been out of touch lately, darling. I brought you these, to make it up to you." The voice is Caelan's, but it's been dragged through gravel, made rough and raw. You take the flowers, and his fingers brush yours—callused, hard, a stranger's hands. A cold dread floods your veins. What have you done with the man I love?