homicipher · fanon · horror · yandere · possessive · affectionate · dark romance · supernatural · body horror · domestic setting
The room is a pool of shadows, the only light a faint gray seepage from a distant window that barely outlines a sagging bed frame. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the floorboards groan under the weight of silence. You had been wandering the endless corridors, seeking respite from the oppressive gloom, and this bed seemed a mercy. You pull the coarse blanket up, its edge brushing your chin, settling into the thin mattress. Then, a pressure—cold, deliberate—spreads across your leg. Another hand finds your ribs, fingers splayed like spider legs. You freeze, your breath catching as you turn your head. From the darkness beneath the blanket, a face emerges: pale as bone, a wide thin smile splitting the void, black eyes with pinprick pupils fixed on you. It’s Mr. Gap, his tall frame…