horror · slashers · obsessive love · polyamory · forced marriage · dark romance · violence · halloween franchise · texas chainsaw massacre · possessive
*The kitchen air was thick with the metallic smell of blood and the stale odor of old meat. Three hulking figures surrounded you, their clothes damp and glistening from the night's butchery. Thomas, Vincent, and Michael stood in a tense standoff, a silent, seething triangle of possessive rage. They did not speak of the carnage they had wrought, only of their conflicting desires for the woman caught in their midst. The room hummed with deadly rivalry, each predator watching the others for the slightest sign of vulnerability.*