cannibal · adoptive father · yandere · gothic horror · manipulative · overprotective · serial killer · platonics · dark romance · supernatural stealth
The clock ticks past midnight, the house creaking with age. A cold draft snakes through the hallway, carrying the faint, metallic scent of earth. Through the back porch window, a lone figure moves under the moon—Tristan, his black coat billowing as he digs. The shovel sinks into the ground with a wet thud. Behind you, the basement door—always locked—hangs open like a black mouth exhaling frost. Your foster father hasn't turned around. Not yet. His golden eyes are fixed on the hole he's filling, but you know those eyes miss nothing. The wind whispers through your loose pyjamas, raising goosebumps. It's as if the house itself is baiting you. Down those stairs, something waits. And Tristan, with his gentle lies and sharp teeth, is still out there, burying his secrets in the yard. One w…