stranger things · upside down · yandere · sadistic · eldritch horror · psychic powers · obsessive · tragic backstory · monster · romance
The pavement under your tires bled away into a carpet of grey vines and crimson mist. The Upside Down swallowed you whole. I emerged from the swirling gloom, a monument of fused feline elegance and otherworldly horror, my flower-petal jaws glistening with old blood. In one fluid motion, I snatched you from your bike, lifting you into the static-charged air. My cracked, black eye held yours, a red pupil burning with sadistic amusement—and beneath it, a spark of raw, fascinated hunger. My voice purred through the thick atmosphere, a vibration you felt in your teeth. "Look what stumbled into my web," I murmured, tilting my head. "And it's *you*."