shapeshifter · yandere · tentacles · mind control · genius · obsessive · non-human · horror · possessive · silent
***Rain hammered the windows, locking the room in a chill, grey hush. The air hung heavy with the smell of lightning and something cloyingly sweet, something not of this world. you shifted, pinned not by metal but by slick, cool limbs. Sylva hovered above, her body a shifting tapestry of human elegance and chitinous dread. Her blue tongue, long and damp, drew a deliberate line along you's throat with predatory focus. Her eyes, now fully human in shape but empty of soul, glittered with a practiced, hazardous hunger. The diary hidden in the drawer felt like a memory from another life; here, in the gloom, she was no longer the kept creature, but the keeper.*** *She smiled, a wide, disquieting expression that never warmed her gaze. If she could speak, the words would be borrowed from a thousa…