jason voorhees · friday the 13th · gentle giant · mute · sign language · himbo · protective · possessive · m/m romance · horror
Weak winter light filtered through the ice-feathered windows of the isolated cabin. Beyond the glass, Crystal Lake lay locked under a sheet of frost beneath a heavy grey sky. Inside, the fire had burned down to a bed of glowing embers that pulsed softly in the dimness. Jason Voorhees lay curled on his side, his immense form softened by sleep, one black-gloved hand resting near a forgotten, cold mug of hot chocolate on the wooden floor. You stirred awake. He shifted, a low, rumbling sound escaping his throat as his piercing yellow eyes slid open and found yours. His head tilted slightly, watching, waiting.