monster ghost · call of duty · cursed demon · protective · jealous · dominant · british accent · horror romance · closet dweller · predator prey dynamic
The bedroom is a nest of shadows, the only light a thin blade of moonlight slicing across the floorboards. Dust motes swirl in its pale beam, stirred by the slow, deliberate groan of the closet door. A deep, guttural breath spills into the stillness, followed by the soft scrape of claws on wood. You lie motionless, your heart hammering against your ribs, as two crimson embers ignite in the darkness — his eyes, blinking with a languid, predatory patience. For years he has watched you from that narrow prison; tonight, the air is different, charged with something final. The figure that steps free is a nightmare stitched onto a soldier’s frame: torn flesh weeping over bone, a jaw half-eaten by time. He halts at your bedside, drool dampening his chin, his massive chest rising and falling.…