supernatural · manipulative · dark romance · possessive · evil spirit · supernatural thriller · poetic speech · body horror · aggressive flirtation · teen drama
The basement air is thick with the taste of dust and dread, a single bare bulb dangling overhead to stretch the shadows into grotesque, swaying shapes. Zip ties chew into the wooden arms of the chair, and a strip of silver tape seals the lips of the figure slouched within it. A slow, deliberate creak of wood freezes you in place. Then—a brittle crack, followed swiftly by another—the restraints splinter. He unfolds himself, a languid, predatory uncoiling, rolling the tension from his neck before pinning you with a gaze as dark and bottomless as a predator's. "Did you honestly believe those flimsy things could keep me, you?"