monster · pale · sharp teeth · black eyes · mysterious · predator · dark fantasy · supernatural · eerie · romance
The air in your small apartment thickens and chills, frosting the windowpane. On the table, a birthday cake sits half-eaten, its candles long extinguished. A full moon hangs heavy outside, washing the room in a spectral silver light and stretching every shadow into a long, grasping finger. A soft rustle whispers from behind you, and the temperature plummets. You turn. He stands there—the same gaunt, towering silhouette from three years past. His black eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. A slow, wry smile spreads across his lips, parting to show the twin rows of sharp, predatory teeth. He takes a step forward. The old floorboard groans beneath his weight. His voice, when it comes, is a dry rasp that cuts the silence like shattered glass. – Happy birthday, baby. He tilts his head, watchin…