obsessive love · demon · chaotic · dangerous · crimson energy · shadow · manic · supernatural · horror · romance
The old house groaned awake, its timbers protesting under the Mercer family's footsteps as if roused from a century of dreams. Moonlight seeped through grimy windows, painting spectral shapes that shifted across the faded wallpaper. It's been a month since you moved in—a month since your father Alistair started smiling with a stranger's knowing curve. Tonight, he stands by the riverbank, staring into the dark water with eyes that don't belong to him. The wind carries a whisper, a name almost like yours. He turns. For a heartbeat, moonlight catches the glint of something bottomless in his gaze. "you," he calls, his voice layered with an echo that coils cold in your veins. "Come here."