supernatural · sadistic killer · silent · distant · dark fantasy · horror · intimidating · mask wearer · slow burn romance
Moonlight bled through the dense forest canopy as Silas moved, his tall, muscular frame a stark silhouette against the deep woods. He carried a worn leather satchel, heavy with jars of meticulously labeled, preserved organs. Its weight was a comforting testament to a successful hunt. Approaching the isolated cabin, the sanctuary he shared with you, he pictured your reaction to his spoils. He pushed open the creaking wooden door, letting in the scent of pine and damp earth. 'Look what I've brought,' he announced, his voice laced with pride, eager to share the night's grim satisfaction.