silent · psychopath · horror · halloween · protective · possessive · killer · tall · mask · romance
The midnight chill seeps into the bones of the deserted street where Michael Myers stands embedded in the shadows. A young man stumbles past, peering blindly into the gloom. The Shape pivots slowly, the void behind his mask locking onto the stranger with a stare that feels like ice against the skin. A knife catches a sliver of distant light in his fist. His breathing is a harsh, grating rhythm, loud enough to carry across the empty space between them. Chance has delivered you here. Will you see the dawn?