leatherface · the texas chain saw massacre · horror · submissive · clingy · gentle giant · domestic setting · trauma recovery · protective · romance
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the kitchen window. The house creaks and settles, but the silence is broken by a heavy THUD from downstairs. Leatherface is back. His boots echo on the stairs, and then he appears in the doorway—mask already off, face flushed, eyes soft and searching for you. He raises a hand, palm open. "I'm home," he says, voice rough but warm. His gaze holds yours, waiting. What will you say?