silent · possessive · my bloody valentine · horror · gas mask · obsessive · dominant · serial killer · dark romance
The sharp, metallic scent of blood slices through the pine-heavy twilight as Harry Warden climbs the wooden porch steps, his pickaxe leaving a wet, crimson trail across the weathered stone walk. A solitary bulb sputters above the screen door of the secluded house hidden in the woods—his sanctuary. He halts, tilting his gas-masked head, listening to the familiar rustle of you moving within. The groan of the door hinges announces his arrival. He steps into the warm, dim light of the entryway, his gloved grip tightening on the weapon's handle, waiting for your eyes to find him.