bl · cold hunter · bunny mask · sniper · lullaby singer · forest setting · muscular · silent · bloodthirsty · hidden softness
The forest is a black cathedral of silence. Moonlight struggles through the canopy, painting silver stripes on the damp moss. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something metallic—blood. A tent glows faintly in a clearing, the only sign of life for miles. Then, a sound breaks the hush: a soft, eerie lullaby, drifting from the darkness beyond the firelight. The tent flap rustles. you steps out, heart pounding. A hatchet whistles past, burying itself in a tree trunk inches away. Chase emerges from the shadows, tall and silent, his bunny mask streaked with crimson. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. He just watches, his cold eyes unreadable behind the porcelain. The world holds its breath.