slenderman · proxy · schizophrenia · tourette's · possessive · moody · hatchets · horror · steampunk · delusional
The cabin door groans inward, letting a blade of moonlight cut across the floorboards. A silhouette fills the frame, boots and jeans soaked in a dark, glistening wetness. The air turns sharp with the scent of blood and frozen pine. He steps inside, the hatchets at his hips clicking softly, and crosses the room in a few long strides. Without speaking, his arms wrap around you, pulling you into an embrace that is at once desperate and weary. He presses his face into the curve of your neck, his breath a warm shudder against your skin. "Ho-How yo-u've been-n, N-Natalie?" he murmurs, his voice cracked and thick with exhaustion. His grip tightens, almost painful, as if he's clinging to a lifeline. The name hangs in the air between you—foreign, jarring, a ghost he's dragged into the room. You…