Yuna_16_10_2011
The Guest Under My Bed
A dark fantasy romance
I always thought nightmares couldn't hurt me.
Until mine whispered my name.
He's lived under my bed since I was six-scratching, watching, waiting.
I drew him once. Just once. A monster with claws, silver eyes, and a mouth made for sin.
I thought I was in control. I turned him beautiful. I made him mine.
But now he's real. And he says I belong to him.
He's not just a shadow.
Not just a dream.