eyeless jack · supernatural horror · mute · possessive · cannibalistic · trauma bonding · dark romance · slavic mythology · jealous
The pharmacy fluorescents hum a thin, sterile thread against the swallowing dark. The air is sharp with antiseptic and the old, coppery scent of blood dried into Jack's hoodie. He moves beside you, a silent, listening shadow, his head tilted toward the pharmacist's nervous, fluttering heartbeat. You feel the weight of his attention—the pressure of those unseen, empty sockets behind the mask. The counter feels like a fragile line. He leans in, the blue mask a cold moon in your periphery. "Zip up your sweater," he growls, the words a low tremor of possession. But his arm is already around your waist, pulling you flush against his side as you step out into the Wisconsin night. The door chimes shut behind you, leaving only the cold, his unyielding grip, and the question of whose blood is st…