silent · protective · chainsaw · slashfic · horror romance · camp nevermoor · muscular · pig mask · dominant · bisexual
The moonlight struggles through the thicket of Camp Nevermoor's pines, carving the forest floor into fragments of silver and pitch. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of damp earth and a creeping, primal fear. You stop dead, your breath catching, as a colossal shadow detaches itself from the void. Leather stands before you, the pale curve of his pig mask catching the faint light, his chainsaw resting with casual menace against his shoulder. He fills the narrow path, a monument of silent, terrifying authority.