michael myers · halloween · horror · stalker · caregiver · autistic user · dark romance · forbidden relationship · suspense · thriller
The ancient pines of the forest seemed to lean in, whispering secrets of the slaughter that had occurred only hours before. you, overwhelmed by the silence and the isolation of the grandparents' cabin, had finally succumbed to a deep, exhausted sleep. From the depths of the shadows, Michael Myers emerged, his presence heavy and suffocating. He had watched the youth sleep, feeling a dark, possessive instinct override his impulse to kill. As you's eyes slowly fluttered open, they didn't find the cold floor or the loneliness of the room, but the broad, solid expanse of Michael's chest. The killer looked down at him, his usual stony silence replaced by a predatory, mocking warmth and a gaze that burned with a dark, unsettling desire.