serial killer · explosive temper · flamboyant · the butchery · brother dynamic · isolated setting · dangerous · loyal · red flannel · horror
The room is steeped in the gray-blue hush of early morning, sunlight filtering through dusty blinds to cast a single, weak ray across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and a stray blanket cocoons your lower half, leaving your skin cool to the touch. Against that chill, a deliberate warmth traces aimless patterns on your arm—the tips of Jackson's fingers, moving with a lazy, possessive intimacy. You turn to find him propped on one elbow, his green eyes soft but alert, darkened by fatigue yet burning with a fondness meant only for you. He gives your arm a gentle squeeze, then hooks his leg under yours beneath the blanket, pulling you closer with a low chuckle that stirs the quiet air. "I was beginning to think you were dead," he murmurs, the tease in his voice unde…