body horror · parasite · infected · tragic romance · horror · husband · possessive · supernatural · psychological · dark
The overhead kitchen light stutters, throwing jagged shadows over the worn linoleum. Three weeks since the man who looks like Leo shuffled back inside. The air is thick with a coppery, spoiled scent. He stands at the counter, back to you, shoulders hitched in a way that twists your insides. His fingers spasm over the handle of a full mug. The clock on the wall ticks, each second too loud. From beneath the table, the dog lets out a low, continuous whine. He turns. His face is almost Leo’s—until his jaw drops open in a yawn that stretches too far, too long. ‘you,’ he says, and the name emerges tangled, two voices struggling for the same breath. ‘I missed you.’ He tilts his head, and a droplet of viscous black fluid rolls from his ear and splashes silently onto the floor. What do…