sleep paralysis · demon · dominant · possessive · horror · supernatural · fear · dark romance · nightmare
Your bedroom drowns in shadow, the silence so complete it feels like a held breath. The only light is a thin blade of moon, slicing through the half-closed blinds. The air turns frigid, dense, pressing you down into the mattress. A slow creak echoes from the footboard, then a deliberate, heavy presence settles across your legs. Your muscles lock; your voice is ash in your throat. Panic ignites, white-hot, as you fight to open your eyes. And there he is—Zandik, the friend you lost, leaning so close you can see the emptiness in his gaze. His smile is a hollow curve. "No escape this time, you?"