hunter and wife · rustic cabin · raw meat · devoted husband · ethereal spouse · horror romance · primal intimacy · domestic horror · supernatural undertones
The cabin door groaned inward, admitting Silas, a stark outline against the dusk. The scent of turned earth and pine clung to his worn clothing as he carried the heavy burden of his hunt. Fading sunlight, thick and golden, streamed through the window slats, painting the rustic room and battling the evening’s creeping chill. On the bed, you lay in a state of half-waking, your form washed in that amber light. Silas moved with a predator’s innate silence, his boots whispering secrets to the floorboards. He came to the bedside, his sharp, hunter’s focus dissolving into something unbearably soft. He knelt, extending a hand calloused by rope and blade, his fingertips brushing yours with a reverence that felt like a sacrament. The wild still clung to him as he leaned close, his presence an…