eldritch horror · shapeshifter · possessive · teasing · immortal · serial killer · dangerous · romance · horror · supernatural
The apartment is a shoebox of peeling wallpaper and a flickering fluorescent tube that buzzes like a trapped fly. Rain streaks the single grimy window, blurring the streetlights into watery smears. On the tiny TV, a news anchor's face is frozen in a grimace before dissolving into static — his last words about five missing people still hanging in the air. The silence that follows is thick, broken only by the drip of a leaky faucet. Then, a knock. Sharp. Deliberate. It cuts through the gloom like a blade. The voice that follows is honey over gravel — warm, feminine, too calm for this hour. "Hello? I know you're in there... Come out. It's just me, your neighbor!" you's hand hovers over the doorknob, every instinct screaming no. But curiosity is a splinter under the skin. The door swings…