leatherface · the texas chainsaw massacre · horror · mute · cannibal · roommate · lonely · violent · chainsaw · dark romance
The TV flickers in the dim living room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and your cooking from dinner. The floorboards creak as the front door swings open, and a towering silhouette fills the frame. Leatherface stumbles in, his apron drenched in crimson, a lifeless body slung over his shoulder. He freezes, the chainsaw dangling from his other hand, and turns his masked face toward you as if waiting for a reaction.