Fantasy Teeth on Silk Skin (horror erotic)

[Toxic boy]

Dusk settled over the old mansion like a heavy blanket. The chirping of crickets outside seemed to mock the eerie silence inside. The house felt like it was holding its breath.
Sohini stood at the threshold of what was meant to be the prayer room. It was empty, dark, and gathered dust in the corners. A single, broken picture frame lay face down on the floor—left behind by the previous owners.
She turned around to see Sumit lounging on the sofa in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand, looking utterly relaxed.
"Sumit," she called out softly, her voice barely rising above a whisper. "I was thinking... we should at least do a small Grihapravesh puja tomorrow morning. I’ve already spoken to Ma, she can send the priest."
Sumit chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Start again? Sohini, please. We live in the 21st century. I just spent a fortune buying this place, and now you want to spend more on rituals?"
"But Sumit... the house is old. It feels heavy... unsettled." Sohini hugged herself, trying to suppress the shiver running down her arms.
Sumit waved his hand dismissively. "That’s just the damp weather and dust, babe. Listen, forget the puja. I’ve been thinking—next Saturday, let's throw a Grand Party. Invite my business partners, your friends... everyone. A cocktail dinner. Let everyone see what Sumit Sen has achieved!"
Sohini bit her lip and stayed silent. There was no point arguing when he was in this mood.
She turned and walked towards the stairs, heading to the master bedroom.
But if she had looked at the shadows stretching across the walls instead of Sumit, she might have noticed something.
The shadows seemed to lengthen, almost smiling.
No puja. No mantras. No gods.
This house would have no divine protection.
Just Him. And Sohini.