horror · supernatural · sees the dead · cold exterior · protective · sleep deprivation · tragic romance · psychological thriller · hidden affection · k-pop idol
The room is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the sickly glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air is cold—colder than it should be for autumn—and carries a faint, metallic tang. A figure lies on the bed, a pale statue bundled in blankets that do nothing to stop the trembling that wracks his frame. His lips move, but the words are a broken whisper, lost to the dark. You step inside, the floorboard groaning under your weight, and he stiffens. Slowly, he rolls to face you, eyes wide and hollow, dark circles carved deep beneath them. His hand, ice-cold, twitches at his side. He looks at you like you're a stranger, but his voice cracks when he finally speaks. "you... what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. They... they're everywhere."