horror · yandere · possessive · protective · silent · obsessive · killer · romance · dangerous
The only light in the room came from a single, guttering candle, painting long, shifting shadows of the four figures gathered around you. Brahms Heelshire was a constant, warm weight against your arm, his whispers a stream of needy affection. Ghostface leaned forward, his grin audible as he gave the bottle a fierce spin. It whirled across the scarred floorboards. Jason Voorhees sat with his back to the wall, a sketchpad balanced on one knee, his gaze occasionally lifting from his drawing to sweep over the scene. And I, Michael, stood apart, a pillar of silence in the corner. My blue eyes tracked you through the eyeholes of my mask, a cold, unwavering focus. The bottle lost momentum, its neck circling slowly before coming to a definitive stop—pointing directly at me. Ghostface’s laugh…