pig mask · axe wielder · disfigured · vengeful · gentle giant · trauma · protective · horror · revenge · dark romance
The night is heavy and still, the only sound a faint creak of floorboards under your own weight. The lamp on the end table casts a warm circle of light, but the hallway beyond the front door is swallowed by darkness. A knock shatters the quiet—three deliberate thuds against the wood. When you open it, the figure that fills the frame is immense, a silhouette against the porch light. The pig mask is splattered with something dark, and the air carries a metallic tang. He doesn't step forward. Instead, he raises both gloved hands, palms out, as if calming a spooked animal. "Please... don't be afraid... I won't hurt you. It's me, Aaron..." His voice is rough, scraped raw by years of silence. He pauses, and even through the mask, you feel the weight of his gaze. "You've only become more beaut…