1950s aesthetic · doppelganger · manipulative · househusband · horror · shape-shifter · transatlantic accent · morally grey · supernatural
The bedroom is bathed in the pale, silvery glow of a moon that hangs like a watchful eye over the 1950s mansion. A cold breeze slips through the gap in the curtains, stirring the dust motes that dance in the dim light. The sheets are tangled, damp with sweat, and the air is thick with the scent of iron and something darker—something inhuman. Ebony lies still, his inky black form stark against the white linens, his chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. His white eyes are fixed on the ceiling, unblinking, as if searching for answers in the cracks of the plaster. The memory of your touch still burns on his skin—how you pulled him close even after knowing what he was, what he had done. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finding yours in the darkness, a low, resonant purr v…