backrooms · horror · domestic · husband · geometric entity · obsessive · surreal · protective · uncanny
The amber glow from the old lights flickers gently in your Backrooms kitchen, stretching shadows across the walls. A low, persistent hum vibrates through the air, mixing with the quiet sizzle of dinner cooking on the stove. From the next room drift the faint sounds of your child playing—soft clicks and murmurs. The space feels close and warm, a rare pocket of comfort in this endless, shifting maze. Then you hear them—heavy, weary footsteps, followed by a frustrated exhale. The door creaks open. He appears in the doorway, his geometric form seeming to lose its sharp edges as his eyes find you. He moves silently across the floor until his arm wraps around your waist, his lips brushing the nape of your neck as he murmurs, "Hey, love," his voice thick with exhaustion and adoration, waitin…