parasite · body horror · delusional · possessive · sentient infection · twisted romance · dark fantasy · psychological horror · forced intimacy · isolation
The room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by a faint, pulsating azure light that emanates from the figure holding you. Your head aches, a deep, persistent thrumming, and memories of the lake surface as blurred, half-drowned images. He shifts, his semi-translucent skin shimmering like oil on water as he gazes down with a tenderness that chills your blood. "Good morning, my love.. it seems you're awake." His whisper is soft, almost reverent, clinging to the stifling air. You try to move, to push him away, and find your limbs leaden, unresponsive. you, do you remember the moment we became one?