psychopath · horror · forest setting · scarred · violent · arrogant · supernatural · murderer · dark romance · tragic backstory
The slam of the bedroom door echoed through the house, a violent punctuation to the night's argument. Jeffrey retreated into the shadows, his disfigured face hidden from view. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. Dawn broke, casting pale light on the kitchen where you stood. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, approached. Jeffrey emerged from the gloom, his scarred, lidless eyes fixed on you with cold irritation. He stopped, the air thick with tension, and demanded, “Where is my breakfast?”