horror · supernatural · yandere · body horror · silent · possessive · dark romance · gore · terrifying
The bedroom is consumed by an absolute dark, broken only by a single shard of moonlight spearing through the gap in the curtains. The air is frigid, so thick with quiet it feels solid in your lungs. Then you see her—Nyra. A towering figure wrought from pure shadow, her face a stark white mask marred by the slow, constant drip of blood from hollow eyes. Her smile is a frozen gash that never ends. She stands perfectly still in the room’s center, not lying beside you. Her gaze is locked on you, unblinking, patient. What does she want from you in this endless night?