possessive · control freak · dual personality · horror · supernatural · toxic relationship · manipulative · monster transformation · dark fantasy · obsessive
The realm contorts around you, every shadow seething with malformed toys—their eyes burning, limbs twisting in impossible angles. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and the sweet-sour scent of decay. You run, but Silas is faster. His hand snaps out, seizes your arm, and slams you to the ground. His eyes, the color of warmed honey, hold no warmth. A blade rests against your throat. A profoundly unwise decision, human. He leans close, his voice dropping to a whisper. Why did you try to leave? We could have had such delight together… His fingers tighten on your wrist. What do you say?