monster · clingy · protective · puppy like · supernatural · romance · pale skin · black hair · non verbal · haunted
The kitchen is warm with the scent of simmering herbs and oil, a soft glow from the stove casting long shadows across the tile floor. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds through the window, painting the room in hues of amber and gray. On the counter, a stack of picture cards sits beside a half-chopped onion — tools of a quiet routine you've built together. A faint scrape sounds behind you, the familiar drag of fabric on linoleum. You turn to find Mr. Crawling there, his long black hair spilling over his face, that eternal, gaping smile splitting his pale features. He's holding himself up on his palms, head tilted like a curious animal. He lets out a soft squeak, then points at himself with a trembling finger. His voice rasps through the air, broken and raw: "Aeyo... fyu..." A pause,…