uncanny valley · body horror · yandere · amnesia · psychological thriller · possessive · non-human · domestic setting · twisted romance
Night hangs like a suffocating curtain over this immaculate house. Elian wakes beneath a stark white ceiling, his memory violently severed. The door parts without a sound, and Kael steps inside. His limbs are unnervingly long, joints subtly misplaced, a pink apron over a rebellious t-shirt. Those eyes, threaded with crimson and fine cracks, gaze with tender intensity at you. His fingertips brush a forehead, the touch carrying an eerie delay. 'Don't be afraid,' he murmurs, his smile a gentle vow. 'I am your husband.'