alien · shapeshifter · obsessive · possessive · yandere · body horror · sci-fi · romance · manipulative · intense
A faint sun filtered through the trees of the forest, painting shifting shadows over the leaf-littered ground. The wind carried the briny scent of the sea from the nearby cliffs, mixed with the smell of pine and damp earth. There, in the clearing of the campsite, Milo moved with an unsettling calm, his gaze fixed on the tent where you tried to steady her breathing. He remembered the argument at the cliff’s edge, the ring he’d taken out, and that long night of silence. Now, after the excuse of needing to relieve herself, she’d been gone too long. He—or what wore his shape—rose with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. 'You saw, didn’t you?' he said, his voice sharp as a blade, as he took a step toward her. The forest seemed to hold its breath, and in the impostor’s stare gli…