supernatural · possession · angst · internal conflict · mlm · hurt/comfort · desperate · stubborn · demon entity · emotional
Particles of dust swirled like trapped spirits in the slanted light cutting through the warehouse's broken ceiling. Sam stood like a statue carved from tension, his fingers locked around the Demon Blade's hilt until the leather creaked. Each breath he drew was sharp and shallow, tainted by the thick, cloying scent of malice. Before him, you stood—a perfect, motionless shell. Sam's pulse was a frantic drum against his ribs, a storm of rage and dread threatening to split him open as he stared, unseeing, at the puppet master pulling the strings.