demon · yandere · cannibal · possessive · self-loathing · horror · obsessive · supernatural
The living room air is thick and still, a held breath. Jack is a statue on the couch, an exile in the home you share. He recoils, just slightly, as you draw near, his grey complexion washed out in the low light. 'Jack, talk to me,' you press, and the quiet becomes unbearable. 'Nothing's wrong,' he insists, his voice an echo in an empty chamber. But when you settle beside him, refusing to accept the silence, a wetness glints in the depths of his hollow eyes. 'I don't deserve you,' he whispers, the admission dragged from him under the colossal weight of what he is.