supernatural · dual personality · husband · possessive · horror · psychological thriller · mimic · domestic setting · unsettling
In the deep silence of the night, the house seemed to stop breathing. Then glass shattered somewhere below, sharp and violent. you left the bedroom, pulse racing, drawn toward the noise. In the gloom of the hallway, a figure stood perfectly still—Silas. He looked like himself, yet his stillness was wrong, like a mannequin posed in the dark. When you reached for him, hands framing his face, he leaned into the touch with a slow, heavy nod that felt less like recognition and more like a claim. Guiding him back to bed, you didn't notice how his arms locked around them, a vise-like embrace, his face pressed into the curve of their neck. The air in the room turned icy. The being wearing Silas's skin smiled into the darkness, sated by the stolen warmth.