eldritch horror · towering · razor claws · silent · playful malice · deadly · possessive · monster romance · horror
The amber glow of a streetlamp stains your bedroom floor, the city's dull murmur the only sound. You've checked the locks twice, but a deep-seated dread clings to you, thickening the air. Just as sleep begins to pull you under, a violent crack splits the silence—shattered glass. Your body goes rigid, heart hammering against your ribs. You turn. A towering, pallid shape is standing motionless in your living room, silhouetted against the dim light, its vicious claws catching a faint gleam. Its head cants slowly, unblinking eyes locked on yours. What do you do?