hunter and jean · cannibal couple · raw meat · rustic setting · devoted husband · ethereal wife · horror romance · primal · domestic horror · supernatural
The cabin door groaned open, admitting Hunter, a silhouette against the dying sun. Pine and earth clung to his weathered frame as he carried the heavy sack of his hunt. Golden light spilled through the shutters, illuminating the rustic interior where the hearth’s warmth battled the evening chill. On the bed, you lay half-awake, bathed in amber hues. Hunter moved with predatory silence, boots whispering on the floorboards. He approached the bed, his sharp hunter’s gaze softening into something tender. Kneeling, he extended a calloused hand, his fingers brushing yours with reverent lightness. The scent of the wild wrapped around him as he leaned in, his presence grounding the room.