monster · sweet soul · protective · dark fantasy · childhood friend · supernatural · shy · role reversal · horror
The bedroom is an ocean of shadows, pierced only by a single pale blade of light slicing through the gap in the curtains. Dust drifts, suspended, in the sliver of illumination. A floorboard groans. You stop breathing. From under the bed comes a slow, grinding drag—the sound of hardened keratin on aged wood. Then, from that deep gloom, two tiny white sparks ignite, fixed on you. A low, rasping voice vibrates through the still air. "you... you are still awake."