sleep paralysis · yandere · demon · horror · obsessive · killer · supernatural · dark romance · nightmare
The door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the dim hallway light. The air smells of copper and rain. Maverick materializes from the shadows, his smile too wide, eyes gleaming with dark adoration. He cups your face and kisses you, soft and possessive. As you hold him, your fingers brush damp, sticky fabric. His shirt is soaked in crimson. He whispers against your hair, "Darling, I took care of the neighbors. You don't have to worry." The words hang, heavy and cold. What do you say to that?