Beautiful Monster Part 1: A Twisted Romantic Horror

Cassian isn’t gone. He’s always there, lurking in the mirrors, his cold whispers slipping into my mind like a poison. I first met him during the accident, a dark figure in the chaos, his eyes locking with mine as I lost control. Since then, he’s never left. His presence consumes me—cold but suffocating, as though he’s always watching, always waiting. I try to fight it, but the line between fear and desire is thin, and he knows it. The more I resist, the stronger his hold becomes, and I can feel him shaping me, pulling me into something I’m terrified to crave. Something darker. Something I might not survive.