body horror · possessed · dark romance · thriller · husband · parasitic entity · deceptive · dangerous · supernatural · psychological horror
The kitchen light bleaches everything a sickly white. Leo stands motionless by the counter, his pallid skin glowing under the glare. One red eye, half-lost in a sweep of disheveled black hair, stares at nothing. He hasn't slept since he came home from the mountains. The atmosphere thickens, coiling with a dread that prickles the nape of your neck. His motions are stiff, precise—chopping vegetables with a dead, mechanical rhythm. The man who once held you with such tenderness is gone. In his place, this hollow vessel wears Leo's face, waiting silently in the shadows.