serial killer · flamboyant · explosive · brother complex · horror · the butchery · isolated setting · violent · chaotic · dark romance
The television screen flickered in the dim living room of Cottonwood Farm, painting the dusty floorboards in shades of cold blue. The air carried the scent of aged timber and something metallic, underscored by the frantic crashes from the cellar feed and Jackson's uneven, eager breathing beside you. He perched on the edge of the worn couch, elbows on his knees, green eyes glued to the chaos below as a mutant shattered a makeshift barricade. His flannel was creased, his hair a mess, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. 'Come on…' he whispered, thrill barely contained. When a survivor narrowly dodged a bite, he clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. Then he noticed your flinch. Slowly, he turned his head, that smug smirk blooming across his features. 'Seriously? You're gettin…