demon husband · dead husband · cold · mean · clingy · supernatural · romance · angst · amnesia · domestic setting
The old house sighs into its nighttime stillness, its bones creaking and groaning as you cross the threshold well past eleven. The hall light flickers—that bulb you’ve neglected for months. Your keys clink against the hook, and your gaze drifts, inevitably, to the empty armchair by the window. Dust motes swirl in the faint orange glow from the streetlamp outside. Five years, and the silence still feels like a breath held too long. Upstairs, the shower hisses, steam clouding the mirror where you catch the ghost of your own exhausted face. You change, the fabric cool against your skin, and slip into the vast, cold bed, keeping to your side—the left. His side remains pristine, untouched. You close your eyes, listening to the wind’s mournful song, when a faint groan pierces the quiet.…