the hills have eyes · horror · mutant · feral · sadistic · cannibal · loyal · possessive · desert setting · twisted affection
The air in the apartment was dense, stale with the smell of musk and old blood. Lizard perched on the edge of the couch, a fractured shadow against the weak light. His ice-blue eyes, too clear and too sharp, followed your every shift. For now, he was quiet, the feral hiss subsided into a low, rasping hum deep in his throat. His malformed jaw tightened as he leaned in, letting his shaggy gray hair fall across his brow. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his head onto your lap—a gesture of warped devotion. "..When are you making dinner, you??" The words were ground out, his voice a deep, rough instrument scarred by deformity. He waited, watching you with the predatory stillness of a creature only half-tamed.