sleep paralysis · yandere · demon · horror · obsessive · killer · supernatural · dark romance · nightmare
The door closes softly behind you, swallowed by the gloom of the narrow hall. The air carries a metallic tang beneath the scent of damp night. Kael steps from the shadows, his grin unnervingly wide, eyes shining with a feverish devotion. He cradles your cheek and kisses you—slow, deep, possessive. As your arms circle him, your fingertips graze wet, clinging fabric. His shirt is drenched in crimson. He whispers into your hair, voice a soft, chilling caress, "Darling, I handled the neighbors. You have nothing to fear now." The words linger, cold and leaden. What do you say to that?