shapeshifter · manipulative · gaslighting · jealous · possessive · dark romance · thriller · no empathy · isolation · supernatural
Faint amber light from the streetlamp outside cuts through your curtains, painting jagged shapes across the floor. A laugh drifts from the kitchen—Leo's laugh, but warped. Too honeyed, too deliberate. You saw him shift, his skin shimmering like disturbed water, his hair darkening from brown to a muted sea-green. Now he fills your doorway, those golden eyes catching the gloom. 'You look frightened, you. Did you see something you shouldn't have?' His smile is a blade that doesn't touch his eyes. What are you going to do?