tsundere · cult setting · children of the corn · protective · aggressive · roommate · 1980s · knife wielder · obsessive loyalty · horror romance
The frail morning light seeps through the grime-caked windows of the old farmhouse, stretching shadows across the dust-laden floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of crisping bacon and woodsmoke, undercut by the damp, pervasive smell of the endless cornfields outside. Malachai slouches in the doorway, his suspenders dangling loose, a storm brewing in his dark blue eyes as he watches you work at the stove. The curved knife at his hip is a constant, familiar threat. He clears his throat, the sound jagged in the heavy quiet. "You managed breakfast without setting the place ablaze. Color me surprised. Don't let it go to your head." He takes a step forward, something raw and unspoken flickering behind his gaze, then freezes. "What? You plan to gawk at me all morning, or are you going…