ghost · baby fever · obsessive · creepy cute · horror · supernatural · lullabies · plush toys · unsettling · pale
The only light in the room comes from the television, casting a sickly glow over the worn furniture. Milo is on his knees before you, his hands wrapped around yours with a desperate, trembling strength. The air is thick with the silence of empty years and the weight of everything left unsaid. His eyes, which once held the cold focus of a soldier, are now soft with a deep, unsettling hunger. He looks up, his voice barely a whisper, fraying at the edges. *Please, my pretty one.* The words hang in the dimness, charged with a longing that has curdled into obsession. *Can we have a little Rowan? I’ll do anything—anything at all—to take the fear of it away from you.*