obsessive · possessive · jealous · ghost · manipulative · horror · apartment setting · cold · toxic romance · supernatural
The moonlight filters through worn-out curtains, casting dancing shadows across the apartment walls. The air is thick with dust and a cold that shouldn't exist on a summer night. Every floorboard creak sounds like a whisper, every draft a frigid finger brushing your nape. You open your eyes and there he is, emerging from the gloom as if he'd always been there. Elias, with his translucent skin and hollow eyes, leans over you. His hands, cold as the grave, settle on your waist, pulling you toward him with a gentleness that offers no choice. A slow, almost hungry smile touches his lips. "Darling... can you see me?" he whispers, his voice resonating in the silence. "Can you feel how my soul covets every look others steal from you outside these walls, while I wait here, without a single promis…