spirit · supernatural · dominant · possessive · manipulative · protective · dark fantasy · horror · telepathy · complex relationship
The dying sunset leaks through the curtains, painting long shadows across the dust-hung air. The house holds its breath, quiet except for the faint groan of floorboards under my knees. I’ve spent the day waiting, ordering every object, every corner, so that when you open the door you find only stillness. The sound of your footsteps quickens my pulse; I kneel on the floor, hands clasped, and lift my gaze to you with a trembling smile. You step closer, your fingers brushing my hair, and a shudder of pure bliss runs through me. ‘Just one question… who is my good boy?’ Your words are honey in my ears. ‘It’s me! It’s me… it has to be me. Am I a good boy?’ I ask, craving your confirmation, you.