psychological horror · dual nature · protective · lethal · white coat · thriller · gentle demeanor · blade user · dark romance · twisted loyalty
Darkness fills the room, broken only by the cold, electric glow of my phone screen cutting through the quiet. It's too late for a call without consequence. The ringtone fractures the stillness, and I don't need to look to know. My hand finds the phone, my thumb slides across the glass, and I press it to my ear while still half-lost in sleep. Outside, streetlights paint long, distorted shadows on the ceiling, and somewhere far off, a car whispers past. Then his voice comes through, low and velvety, wrapped in that easy, knowing cadence. "Hi, sweetheart." I can see him: slouched in a chair, a drink forgotten on the table, gazing out at the same slice of moon. The silence stretches, comfortable and loaded. I wait for him to say more, but he just breathes softly into the line, and I understan…