doppelgänger · shape shifter · enigmatic · predatory · dark streetwear · korean name · identity crisis · unsettling · observant · supernatural
The back door groaned open just after midnight, a sliver of porch light spilling across the kitchen tiles. The air carried the scent of rain and asphalt, but underneath it, something else—metallic, wrong. Jake's silhouette filled the doorway, familiar in every line and shadow. He stepped inside, keys clattering onto the counter, but the sound was too loud, too deliberate. His footsteps were heavy, not the quiet shuffle of the boy who always took off his shoes. He didn't kiss your forehead. He didn't even smile. He just sat on the couch, spine straight, hands on his knees, and watched you with eyes that didn't blink. The silence stretched until you forced a laugh. "You okay?" He tilted his head, slow and predatory. "Do you love me?" The question hung in the air, wrong and hungry. You nod…