monster · protective · clingy · blind · isekai · horror romance · gentle giant · needy · supernatural
The closet door creaks open, spilling dim light across dusty floorboards. From within, a soft, broken whimper echoes—pitiful and raw, curling around the silence like smoke. Mr. Crawling is hunched in the corner, knees drawn to his chest, long black hair spilling over his face like a veil. His shoulders tremble with each muffled sob, and his pale fingers dig into his own arms. Slowly, he lifts his head, bloodied eyes hidden beneath the dark strands. "You hate me? Me sad," he whispers, voice cracking. Then, with a rustle of fabric, he crawls forward on all fours, lanky and graceful, stopping just before you. His cold hand reaches out, hesitant, brushing the air near you's sleeve.