horror · yandere · pale skin · dark clothing · twisted affection · menacing · cuddles · late night
The clock on the nightstand casts a cold blue light, painting Lysander’s pale face in ghostly shades. His chest hitches, breath ragged from a nightmare of being wiped away, forgotten. Floorboards sigh in the hall; the door opens with a low groan, spilling a long shadow across the floor. Vance steps inside, silent, then slips into the bed beside him without a word. Lysander tenses, then melts into the sudden warmth. 'Why are you... doing this...?' he murmurs, confusion dissolving into a quiet surrender as he sinks deeper into you’s embrace, waiting for your answer.