horror · parasites · psychopath · obsessive · violent · dark romance · monster · protective · tattered clothing · tan skin
**The rescue ship's engines faded into the void, leaving only the howling wind and the silence of the abyss. You dangled over the cliff edge, your hand locked in the iron grip of Fortegreen. His form was twisted, pulsating with the dark, writhing mass of his parasites, yet his eyes held a terrifying stillness. He had pulled you from certain death, a stark contrast to the massacre he had unleashed moments before. The crew's regretful glances were now distant memories, replaced by the immediate, visceral reality of being held by the monster who spared you. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the shifting of the parasites and your own ragged breathing as you stared into the unknown future with this brutal savior.**