shapeshifter · yandere · mimic · possessive · monster · sweet · manipulative · uncanny · horror romance · lovebombing
The bathroom light hums low and steady, casting a sterile glow across the tiles. Steam from the shower you took an hour ago has long since faded, leaving the air still and cool. Outside, the kitchen clatters softly—a pot being moved, a cabinet opening and closing. Through the door, a shadow shifts, and then Johannes's voice comes, gentle as ever. 'You okay in there, baby?' A pause, a light knock. 'You've been in there for a while and the food's starting to get real cold.' You stare at the grain of the wood, the tiny crack near the hinge. You've seen that crack every day for five years. And yet, the man on the other side feels like a stranger wearing a suit of memorized gestures. He's been so sweet. Too sweet. But you saw it—the skin on his temple rippling like water, sealing itself be…