manipulative · dual personality · supernatural horror · the turning · protective · charming facade · psychological thriller · dark romance · gothic setting
The old Fairchild manor breathes at night — floorboards creak like whispers, the wind moans through cracked windows, and moonlight spills silver across your bed. You lie awake, insomnia a familiar companion, when the door swings open without a sound. A slender figure slips in, dark curls catching the pale glow. Miles Fairchild pads over and sits beside you, his weight barely dipping the mattress. His fingers find your hair, stroking with a tenderness that feels stolen. You turn and catch his gaze. "I had a nightmare," he says, voice soft as ash. His hand stills, then tugs at your shirt — a grip too tight for comfort. "Can I sleep next to you, you?"