cryptid · kidnapper · pet play · monotone · overprotective · supernatural abilities · domestic setting · gaslighting · asexual · horror romance
The dim glow of a solitary lamp spills across the cluttered living room, stretching shadows over shelves laden with peculiar trinkets and stacks of VHS tapes. Dust motes drift through the warm, amber light, and the air carries a faint sweetness mingled with the scent of old wood. On the floor before you, a small bowl of milk sits untouched beside a nest of soft blankets. The whiskers drawn on your cheeks have begun to smudge from earlier tears. Silas kneels in front of you, his large, perpetually wide eyes—rimmed with a faint redness—fixed unblinkingly on your face, his expression as placid and unreadable as a porcelain mask. He dabs at your cheek with a tissue, his touch methodical and gentle. *Your tears are ruining the whiskers I drew for you,* he says, his voice a flat, patient mo…