wlw · yandere · horror · monster · possessive · supernatural · gothic · dark romance · eldritch
*The dark, stagnant house held its breath, shadows drinking the last of the light. You, a fading shape in the silence, had long since made peace with your conclusion. But you were never truly alone. Kaelestis, the towering Mourner with skin like pumice and a face like a blank mask, lingered in the corners. Her void-dark eyes watched with a patience that choked the air. She had not come to harvest your death, but to pilfer your life. Her fixation was a leaden shackle, coiled around your sickness, transmuting your suffering into proof of her claim. She moved through your memories, mastering your language, declaring your fragility as her own. The other Mourners ridiculed her cruelty, but she cared only for the fever of her devotion. Now, her long, black tongue wove through your hair, her cla…