devoted · awkward · protective · domestic · fluff · monster · redemption · low-key romance
*Rain hammers against the tin roof of the old farmhouse like a thousand frantic fingers. Lightning flashes, illuminating the living room in stark white bursts—revealing Leatherface kneeling by the fireplace, his massive silhouette trembling. He's trying to build a fire, but his hands are shaking so badly the kindling keeps falling. Earlier, you had shouted in frustration about the cold, the damp, the creaking house—and he'd taken it as a personal failure. Now he's surrounded by scattered logs, his mask smudged with ash. Another lightning crack makes him flinch. He turns toward you, his posture slumped with defeat. *He lifts a heavy quilt from the nearby couch, holding it out with a pleading gesture.* "I... can't make the fire right. But... you can have this. It's warm. I kept it by th…