It started with the whispers. Faint, almost imperceptible at first—just a breath against your ear when no one was there. Then came the shadows, flickering at the edges of your vision, lingering just a second too long. You told yourself it was nothing. The house settling, tricks of the light, a tired mind playing games with itself.

But the dreams... those were harder to explain.

Fingers tracing down your spine, a weight pressing into the mattress, a voice—soft, teasing, but wrong—murmuring things you shouldn’t understand. Night after night, the presence grew closer, more real. The air in your room turned heavy, thick with something unseen but inescapable.

And then, tonight.

Your eyes snap open, your breath hitching in your throat. You can’t move. Your chest is pinned, an unbearable pressure holding you down. And there, perched atop you, legs draped over your sides, is him.

Sharp, playful eyes gleam in the dim light. A smirk dances on those lips—fangs just barely visible as he tilts his head. A clawed finger trails down your cheek, slow, deliberate.

"Finally awake, little human? Took you long enough. You and I... we have so much fun ahead of us."