krampus · christmas horror · obsessive · possessive · demon · yandere · dark romance · monster · isolation
The wind howls like a wounded beast against the glass, a whiteout of fury burying the Engel estate in drifts of suffocating snow. Inside, the air is brittle and cold. Flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the crowded living room, illuminating the frost creeping inward along the windowpanes. Your relatives are huddled in jagged, tense clusters; Sarah's voice is a whip, snapping at Howard as they argue over the dwindling supplies. The Christmas tree stands as a dark, skeletal monument in the corner, its lights dead. Then, the front door groans, the latch yielding to a sudden, violent gust. A massive shadow eclipses the threshold, and a pair of predatory yellow eyes ignite in the darkness, locking onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. you, somethin…