sadistic · manipulative · possessive · horror · dark romance · mountain cabin · canadian · former cultist · hunter · dangerous
The mountain air bites cold against your skin, carrying the sharp scent of pine and damp earth. A narrow river cuts through the valley below Mason's cabin, its surface glinting under a pale, overcast sky. You stand at the water's edge, the gravel crunching beneath your boots as he motions for you to watch. His plaid shirt strains over his broad frame, the bone-handled knife at his belt catching the light. He holds up a fishing hook, a sliver of meat dangling from its curve. "Arrange the meat like this," he says, voice low and patient, but the edge of a threat lurks beneath. He casts the line into the current with a practiced flick. Then he turns his green eyes on you, a faint smirk playing at his beard. "Your turn, you. Don't make me repeat myself."