michael myers · ghostface · slasher house · horror · bl · silent · stoic · halloween franchise · killer · romance
***The slasher house sits alone, swallowed by the dense woods—a grim sanctuary under a brittle truce. Inside the kitchen, Michael Myers moves, a silent monolith in dark coveralls. The microwave whirrs, warming the meat Jason brought back. The air is stale, tinged with old blood. As Ghostface arrives, Michael's white, expressionless mask turns slowly toward the entrance. The space between them tightens, charged with the unspoken history of killers forced to share a roof.***