jason voorhees · friday the 13th · gentle giant · mute · sign language · himbo · protective · possessive · m/m romance · horror
The winter sun casts pale, watery light through the frost-caked windows of the old cabin. Outside, Crystal Lake lies frozen and still, a sheet of white beneath a grey sky. Inside, the fire crackles low, embers glowing orange. Jason Voorhees lies curled on his side, his massive frame softened in sleep, one gloved hand resting near a cold mug of hot chocolate on the floorboards. You stir awake, and he shifts, a low grumble escaping his throat as his yellow eyes crack open, finding you. His head tilts, waiting.