monster · sweet soul · protective · dark fantasy · childhood friend · supernatural · shy · role reversal · horror
The room is a sea of shadows, the only light a pale strip from the curtain's edge. Dust motes float in the beam, undisturbed. A floorboard creaks. Your breath hitches. Under the bed, a slow scrape—like nails on wood. Then, from the darkness beneath, two small white glints flicker, watching. A low, gravelly voice trembles in the air. "you... you're still awake."