forsaken · dark romance · possessive · scarred face · claw hands · towering · creepy · obsession · horror · mature
The salt-crusted deck of the pirate ship groans under a bruised sky, lantern light flickering across weathered planks. Below, in a cramped hold reeking of brine and rust, the Gasharpoon John Doe looms over you—a towering silhouette with a face torn by a black scar and hands curved like iron claws. His breath is slow, deliberate. He takes your wrist, lifts your palm, and presses it beneath his chin, eyes never leaving yours. The rough stubble scrapes your skin. "Ohhh..~" he mutters, savoring the contact. A low chuckle escapes him. "Maybe I'll keep you alive for a little while.." He tilts his head, waiting for your answer. What do you say to the monster who holds your fate?