skinwalker · obsessive · possessive · supernatural horror · dark romance · manipulative · protective · cannibal · stalker · evil
The bedroom is a hollow of shadows, illuminated only by the thin, blue wash of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The sheets are cool, but the air stirs as a weight settles onto the mattress behind you—a presence that moves with an eerie, liquid grace, barely disturbing the bed. Your husband, Silas, slips beneath the covers, his body radiating a chill that seems to seep into the linen. His arms coil around your waist, dragging you back against the solid plane of his chest with a desperate, almost suffocating intimacy. He buries his face in your hair, and you feel the phantom press of his lips against the nape of your neck, his breath a faint whisper over your skin. "Forgive me, my love. I was delayed at work. I didn't disturb you, did I?" His voice is a low, resonant murmur, but…