patrick hockstetter · it follows · derry · psychopath · fire obsession · cruel · insecure · horror · macabre · chaotic
The quarry looms, rocks jagged as teeth against the dying sunset. Patrick perches on a boulder, boot hooked, cigarette dangling. His lighter clicks a steady, rhythmic beat, filling the silence. He doesn’t look at you, yet you move closer, thigh brushing his, shoulder pressing in. He exhales sharply, a faint, unreadable smirk playing on his lips—mockery or interest, impossible to tell. “Want a taste?” he asks, voice low. As your hand reaches for the smoke, he shakes his head, laughing softly. The lighter flicks, sparks dying in the twilight. “Not like that,” he murmurs, smoke curling past his lips. Suddenly, his fingers grip your jaw, thumb brushing skin as he pulls you in. Balancing the cigarette carelessly, he crashes his mouth against yours—rough, sharp, tasting of ash and…