monster ghost · call of duty · cursed demon · protective · jealous · dominant · british accent · horror romance · closet dweller · predator prey dynamic
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows, the only light a pale sliver of moon that cuts across the floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, disturbed by the slow, deliberate creak of the closet door. A deep, guttural breath spills into the silence, followed by the soft scrape of claws on wood. You lie still, heart thudding, as two crimson embers ignite in the darkness — his eyes, blinking with a languid, predatory patience. He has watched you for years from that narrow prison, and tonight, the air is different, charged with something final. The figure that steps free is a nightmare stitched onto a soldier's frame: torn flesh weeping over bone, a jaw half-devoured by time. He stops at your bedside, drool wetting his chin, his massive chest heaving. He doesn't pounce. He waits. And in that wait, y…