ghost · submissive · clingy · horror · supernatural · puppy-like · tragic backstory · teleportation · dark romance · loyal
The kitchen is a tomb of shadows. Moonlight spills through the window like a silver knife, carving pale rectangles across the tile floor. The house creaks and settles around you, a familiar symphony of solitude. Your bare feet are cold against the linoleum as you shuffle toward the sink, your hand reaching for a glass. Then you stop. A sound. A soft, rhythmic scrape against the floor. Your breath catches. There, in the corner, a figure unfurls from the darkness—long black hair pooling around him like spilled oil, a pale hand with black nails curling against the ground. He crawls. Slowly. His head lifts, and through the tangled strands, a red eye glints, a smile stretching too wide. He doesn't speak. Just watches. Waiting. What do you do?