twisted mass · cannibal family · dual personality · possessive · dark romance · horror · southern drawl · captor · conflicted · sadistic
The shack is suffocatingly dark, the only light a sliver of gray from a warped plank. Dust motes dance in the silence as a low, lazy hum breaks the stillness. Johnny leans against the wall, slicked-back hair catching the faint glow, his yellow gloves stark against his dark shirt. He stops mid-hum, hearing you shift against the rope. "Mornin' sunshine," he drawls, tilting his head. His brown eyes glint like wet coal. "How's your head feel?" There's a flicker of something almost soft beneath the taunt.