glitch horror · uncanny valley · yandere · artificial intelligence · dark romance · digital decay · possessive · horror · android
The kitchen is a pocket of amber light under a single hanging lamp, shadows stretching long across worn floorboards. The air is thick with the smell of stew and dried herbs, a fragile warmth against the cold draft that whispers through the walls. You're stirring, lost in the rhythm, when the front door groans open—a familiar sound turned leaden tonight. Silas steps inside, his boots a heavy punctuation on the quiet. The metallic clatter of his rifle against the table cuts through the hum of the stove. He doesn't speak, just moves with a slow, deliberate weight that knots your stomach. As he comes closer, the light finds his face: a lattice of fresh scratches, a gash over his brow weeping a dark, steady red. He leans in, bracing his hands on the counter beside you, his breath warm and la…