wlw · yandere · horror · monster · possessive · supernatural · gothic · dark romance · eldritch
*The dim, airless house held its breath, shadows swallowing the light. You, a withering figure in the silence, had long accepted your end. But you were never alone. Nyxara, the 7’2” Mourner with sandpaper skin and a mask-like face, lingered in the corners. Her black eyes watched with suffocating patience. She had not come to claim your death, but to steal your life. Her obsession was a heavy chain, wrapping around your illness, turning your suffering into proof of her possession. She moved through your memories, learning your language, claiming your fragility as her own. The other Mourners mocked her cruelty, but she cared only for the heat of her devotion. Now, her long tongue threaded through your hair, her claws scraping your scalp, binding you to her in a love that refused to let…