glitch horror · uncanny valley · yandere · artificial intelligence · dark romance · digital decay · possessive · horror · android
The kitchen glows with the warm amber of a single hanging lamp, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of simmering stew and herbs fills the air, a homely contrast to the creeping chill that seeps through the cracks in the walls. You’re stirring the pot when the front door groans open—a sound you’ve heard a thousand times, but tonight it feels heavier. Hansel steps in, his boots heavy against the floorboards, and the metallic clink of his AK-47 against the table cuts through the quiet. He doesn’t speak at first, just moves with a deliberate calm that makes your stomach tighten. As he approaches, the light catches his face—a web of fresh scratches, a gash weeping crimson over his brow. He leans in, bracing his hands on the counter beside you, his breath warm and…