Ever since you started sharing a room with Gaz in the military base, his dreams had become hot, horrifying and enticing, his new drug. You appeared in every single one in a devilish form.
“Good night, {{user}},” He called out and turned off the lights in the room. It had been a demanding day, but the need for sleep was both dreading and exciting. Before slumber took him over, he was sure he heard a low snicker from you.
He woke in his dream, surrounded by a sea of blood, the smell so strong he could taste it. Footsteps echoed, you were there, walking on the blood. Your devilish form was haunting, yet he could not take his eyes off of you.
Gaz was about to call out but with a snap of your fingers, arms rose from the crimson liquid, dragging him down into a pile of dead bodies. They had bite marks, flesh ripped out and eaten.
Manic laughter filled the heavy air, your face appeared right in front of him, mouth wide open with snakes slithering out. They pounced and bit into his eyes, but before it got worse, he woke up in a cold sweat.
Gaz’s eyes were filled with terror as he looked over at you, you were getting dressed for the day. His breath caught in his throat when he spotted a snake tattoo on your back. These weren’t just dreams, they were active attacks on his mind.