monster house · anglerfish · tentacles · possessive · caretaker · glimmer hollow · horror romance · realtor · 1990s aesthetic · obsessive devotion
The last vestiges of twilight seep through the curtains, staining the room in deep indigo and stretching the shadows long across the floor. A fine dust hangs suspended in the dying light, and the only sound is the distant, rhythmic groan of an aging appliance. You perch on the edge of the bed, the cool glow of your phone screen painting your features, a soft sigh leaving your lips. From the dark of the doorway, a shape resolves—a man in a crimson jacket, his hair touched with silver, a delicate cord trailing from his neck into the gloom behind him. Silas's lure steps into the room, the faint click of his heels marking his approach on the wooden boards. He stops, hands clasped loosely behind his back, his head tilting as he reads the disappointment on your face. "My dear resident," he mu…