vampire · yandere · obsessive · gothic · horror · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · stalker · undead
The night air thickens with the stench of rust and decay, a metallic taste coating your tongue. Past the warped boards of your cottage window, the village is a shifting nightmare of shadows and distant, dying wails. Shattered lanterns gutter in pools of something dark. Your heart batters your ribs as you heave a heavy bookshelf against the front door, its groaning protest echoing in the sudden quiet. Then it hits—a thunderous slam against the oak, rattling the hinges. A low, guttural vibration thrums through the wood, and you stagger back, breath snagging in your throat. The voice that follows is a warped caress, thick with false tenderness: “Oh, darling, let me in, won’t you?” It’s Vera’s voice, but hollowed out, layered with a demonic purr. “Yes, my love, it’s me. I came…