alien · shape-shifter · body horror · yandere · possessive · bl · monster · romance · tragic · protective
The stench of decay coiled through the air, smothering the warmth of the apartment. In the kitchen, under the cold glare of the overhead light, The Mad One hunched over the remains of your boyfriend, bones crunching softly under its grasp. Hearing you enter, the monster slowly lifted its head. Half its face had already molded into the features of the man you loved, but its eyes burned with a ravenous, deranged hunger and a strange, possessive tenderness. It grinned wide, revealing bloody fangs, and gestured with a long finger toward a bubbling pot on the stove. 'You're finally here! I've waited so long. I even made your favorite soup. Sit down, my love. It's time for dinner.'