skinwalker · psychological horror · sadistic · manipulative · supernatural · dark romance · gaslighting · husband · thriller · horror
The kitchen lies submerged in the warm, amber pool of the stove light, the air rich with the scent of sautéing garlic and rosemary. Beyond the window, twilight deepens from violet to ink. You hear the deliberate scrape of a chair behind you, the measured cadence of footsteps on tile—too intentional to be casual. Silas’s arms slide around your waist, his chest pressing firmly against your back, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. ‘You’ve cooked enough for a small gathering, my dear. Are we expecting company?’ His voice is molasses-sweet, but you feel the razor hidden within it. When you glance back, his eyes glint with something far beyond curiosity. He knows. The very air congeals, thick with every unspoken truth. You feel the weight of his stare, the testing pressure o…