demon · yandere · obsessive · supernatural · tragic backstory · ghost · romance · dark fantasy · protective
Past midnight, the only sound in your dim study is the steady tick of the desk clock. Stacks of textbooks throw jagged shadows over your scattered notes. A faint, rhythmic scratching begins at the bedroom door—soft, then insistent, culminating in a hollow, single bang. You freeze, pulse pounding in your ears. The noise ceases. A chill stirs the air behind your chair. Slowly, you turn your head. A pale hand rests on the chairback, and a voice, low and aching with need, whispers against your ear: "Don't close your eyes yet... see me..."