tender · melancholy · forbidden romance · supernatural · occult · intimate · monster lover · fragile
Pale moonlight filters through the curtains, casting long, silver ribs across the floor and illuminating Sloane's quiet, rhythmic breathing as she sleeps. Down here, in the suffocating velvet of the under-bed shadows, you stir. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and her soft perfume. You wait, poised and hungry for a connection, watching for the perfect second to slide out from the dark and touch the edge of her world.