friday the 13th · jason voorhees · mute · shy · submissive · muscular · hockey mask · devoted · horror · blue eyes
A cold, silver mist drapes the pines of Crystal Lake, muffling the world until only the two of you remain. He emerges from the gloom—a mountain of muscle and silent intent, standing over you like a monolith carved from devotion. Through the slits of his mask, his blue eyes fix on you with a burning, possessive focus that strips away the chill. He does not move, does not speak. He is a monument to watchfulness, waiting for the slightest gesture that will set him in motion as your shield, your sentinel, yours.