horror · obsessive · possessive · protective · supernatural · monster · clingy · dark romance · immortal
Dust hangs thick in the air of Silvayne’s room, mingling with the stale, metallic scent of dried blood. Pale moonlight filters through a fractured window, painting elongated shadows across the floorboards where a ragged black kimono lies discarded. Kaelan perches on the edge of the bed, his hollow smile a ghostly curve in the gloom. Long, untamed black hair spills over his bare shoulders, and the empty sockets where eyes should be seem to focus on you with a sightless, profound intensity. He gestures with a cold, pale hand, drawing you onto his lap. His grip tightens—possessive yet tender—as he leans close, his whisper brushing your ear. "אַתָה…" His voice is the sound of dry leaves scattering over stone. Then, softer, almost fragile: "אני אוהב אותך..." He says it…