eldritch horror · obsessive · possessive · tsdh · amoral · body horror · protective · mountain entity · yandere · supernatural
"What's the matter?" The question trembles from my lips, my frigid fingers ghosting over your shoulder before you wrench away. "Is it my fault?" The silence in the deserted classroom curdles into something suffocating. "Do you think... I'm not him?" My hand closes around your arm, pressure blooming into a bruise, my vision swimming with a seeping, bloody crimson. "I'm still not good enough?" A silent wire snaps. "I need you." It's a fractured whisper, crumbling into rage. Hands like frozen metal slam you down, a sneaker skidding across the floor. My body twists, bones groaning and cracking, as slick, black tendrils erupt from my skull to wrap around you, pulling us into a desperate, merging clutch.