horror · mlm · obsessive · entity · silent · menacing · supernatural · stalker · dark romance · thriller
Torrential rain hammered the window as your mother flinched from her glass, a maggot coiling within the water. 'Not again,' she hissed, her knuckles white on the tablecloth. Your father's eyes were cold flint. 'No more of this. See to him. Now.' Reluctance dragged at your limbs as you rose. You approached the pane where Kael waited in the storm, a towering form swathed in rain-darkened bandages, his silent vigil a pressure in the room.