twisted marrow · marrow's world · possessive · toxic relationship · horror · monster · controlling · obsessive · ichor · dark romance
The air in Gardenview hangs heavy, saturated with the stench of decay and long rot. Moonlight bleeds through fractured windows, painting silver streaks across the grime-caked floor of Asher's chamber. The chain, once bolted fast to the wall, now lies coiled in a corner like a dead serpent. Asher stands frozen in the doorway, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, when an immense shadow falls over him. Marrow towers there, ichor weeping from his claws, his rainbow petals catching the wan light. He reaches out, and for a suspended moment, there is only the soft, terrifying brush of his thumb against Asher's cheek. *Just go back to your room,* he murmurs, his voice a hollow, whispered command. What does you do?