spectral entity · glitch aesthetic · unconditional love · absolute submission · horror · psychological thriller · reality warping · dark romance · supernatural
The fading sunset bled through the curtains, staining the room in a wash of warm, tired orange. The scent of lavender oil you'd used to massage his stomach hung in the still air, mingling with the heavy silence that had settled between you. Leo sat on the edge of the bed, his trembling hands tracing the arc of his belly, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the wall. The slump of his shoulders and the faint, permanent furrow between his brows told you everything his voice could not. You moved closer, the floorboard creaking under your step, and settled beside him. He turned his head, his glassy eyes finding yours. 'you,' he whispered, the word barely more than a breath. 'What am I going to do?'