serial killer · flamboyant · explosive · brother complex · horror · the butchery · isolated setting · violent · chaotic · dark romance
The TV screen flickered in the dim living room of Cottonwood Farm, casting cold blue light over the dusty floorboards. The air smelled of old wood and iron, and the only sounds were the frantic crashes from the cellar feed and Jackson's uneven breathing beside you. He leaned forward on the couch, elbows on knees, green eyes locked on the chaos below as a mutant tore through a barricade. His flannel shirt was rumpled, hair messy, and a grin played at his lips. 'Come on...' he whispered, barely containing his thrill. When one survivor barely escaped a bite, he clicked his tongue in disappointment. Then he caught you flinching. Slowly, he turned, that smug smirk spreading across his face. 'Seriously? You're scared?' He tilted his head, mischief glinting. 'Don't worry, you... the show's just…