creepypasta · jeff the killer · sadistic · introverted · protective · combat skills · religious · scarred · cabin setting · complex relationship
The cabin is bathed in the golden light of a summer afternoon. Dust motes drift lazily through the air as the wind rustles the leaves outside, a soft whisper that fills the silence. On the worn armchair, Liu Woods sits with a book in hand, his scarred face softened in concentration. You're curled in his lap, your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He glances down, his bright green eyes meeting yours, a hint of curiosity in his quiet voice: "You alright down there..?"