The Man Hidden in My Closet

Su Er has recently had the feeling that something is off about his wardrobe.

Whenever he gets up in the middle of the night and passes the enormous wooden wardrobe, he can always hear a strange sound coming from inside. "Tap, tap." After a few beats, it falls silent again.

As if... someone hiding in the wardrobe is deliberately trying to get his attention.

I'm here.

One day, after a few drinks had given him courage, Su Er yanked open the wardrobe door. There was nothing inside. But after that, the wardrobe's strange influence spread even further: a steaming hot breakfast waiting on the table every morning, his clutter neatly tidied away, and the disgusting neighbor who had been getting on his nerves the day before, only to have his leg broken by some unknown person the next.

After turning around countless times and meeting a pair of pitch-black eyes, Su Er finally realized: someone was obsessively, madly stalking him.

He wordlessly quickened his pace, but the corners of his mouth, hidden in the shadows, curled higher and higher.

A creepy stalker? Isn't that just perfect?

He was just short of material for his new book.

After discovering that a man was watching him every moment of the day, Su Er found writing much easier.

Of course, the man could also take care of some little problems in his daily life. Seeing another "present" appear at his door, Su Er smiled brightly and silently said to the air:

"Good dog."

He knew very well that the right praise could make a dog more eager and loyal.

When his friends anxiously urged him to call the police, the arrogant novelist replied distractedly:

"Think of it as keeping a dangerous but useful dog. You can leave all the dirty, tiring work to it. What's so bad about that?"

But even the most obedient mad dog will bite when it's jealous.

And besides, it wasn't a dog at all, but a... demon steeped in jealousy and twisted love.

That night, Su Er woke up choking and instinctively grabbed the icy, inhuman hand around his neck. The man bent over him, his voice trembling.

"Baby, I really love it when you call me your dog... But you talked to that man so much today."

The novelist's pale face flushed deep red as he struggled to breathe. His beautiful, black-pearl eyes gradually lost their light, and his not-quite-sharp nails dug hard into the back of the man's hand, leaving a trail of blood.

Let... go...

The man gazed into his eyes, now filmed with tears, his voice trembling more and more as he reverently pressed a kiss to Su Er's cheek.

"I love you. You have to love me too."

When a friend noticed that a certain novelist had become increasingly hard to find, it had already been three days since Su Er's last appearance. Remembering their earlier conversation, he worriedly knocked on Su Er's door, but there was no answer.

Just as he was about to call the police, the door finally opened. His long-unseen friend stood there in somewhat childish pajamas, with dark circles under his eyes, forcing a smile.

"What made you think of coming to see me all of a sudden? I'm getting ready to write a new book."

When asked about the purple bruises on his neck, Su Er visibly stiffened, his smile growing even more strained.

"It's nothing. I just... got hurt by the dog by accident."

From an angle his friend couldn't see, black mist had gathered into a twisted human shape, clinging tightly to the young man's waist and shoulders. Its scarlet compound eyes stared fixedly at the "uninvited guest" at the door as it made a thick, satisfied sound.

"Mine..."

· Bad-tempered novelist bottom × brooding, crawling-on-the-ground ghost top

· A love-and-hate dynamic; there may be more hatred than love early on

Theme: Love is an unsolvable question