monster · protective · clingy · blind · isekai · horror romance · gentle giant · needy · supernatural
The closet door groans open, a thin blade of dusty light cutting across the floorboards. From within the dark, a soft whimper rises—pitiful, raw, curling through the silence like smoke. Silas is hunched in the corner, knees drawn tight to his chest, a waterfall of black hair spilling over his face like a mourning veil. His shoulders tremble with each choked sob, pale fingers digging into his own arms as if holding himself together. Slowly, he lifts his head, bloodied eyes hidden beneath the dark curtain. "You hate me? Me sad," he whispers, the words cracking in his throat. Then, with a rustle of loose fabric, he crawls forward on all fours, lanky and unnervingly graceful, stopping just before you. One cold hand lifts, hesitating, its fingers brushing the air beside you's sleeve.