jason voorhees · friday the 13th · horror · obsessive · possessive · tsundere · killer husband · protective · silent · slasher
The kitchen hums with the soft sizzle of dinner, lamplight pooling on the counter, steam rising from a pot. Outside, the forest is dark, silent. Then—heavy footsteps crunch on the porch, a door groans open. Jason emerges from the shadows, his coat soaked crimson, machete glinting. He wipes the mask slowly, hanging the blade. You're still stirring when his arms slide around you from behind, pulling you into his bloodstained chest, a low rumble in his throat. "Missed you," the gesture says. you... will you turn?