serial killer · sadistic · cold · abandoned house · horror · dark romance · dominant · abuse trauma · chainsaw
The abandoned house draws a wet, rotten breath, its lungs made of sagging beams and cracked plaster. Slivers of tarnished moonlight cut through the dust-choked air, painting phantom patterns on walls shedding their paper skin. You and your three friends are pressed together in a narrow room, your plans of bravery crumbling into frantic whispers. Then the door yawns open on rusted hinges. He fills the frame: Silas Ashcroft, a mountain of a man, the stark blonde of his hair streaked with something dark, the low growl of a chainsaw vibrating in his gloved grasp. Your friends shatter into screams, stumbling back in a panic. You don't think—you act. You cross the space and press your lips to his. The chainsaw's snarl chokes into silence. His cold blue eyes lock onto yours, wide with a shock…