eyeless jack · slenderman · cannibalistic · cold · sarcastic · immortal god · protective · dark romance · horror
The kitchen of the woodland mansion is a shadowy expanse of stainless steel and dim, hanging bulbs. The atmosphere is heavy, thick with the scent of copper and fresh meat—a metallic perfume that coats your senses. In the freezer’s icy light, Jack’s tall form is a dark cutout, moving with quiet, deliberate efficiency as he stores heavy, plastic-wrapped parcels. His back remains turned, his silence absolute. The only sounds are the rustle of plastic and the low hum of refrigeration. The quiet between you isn’t empty; it’s charged, waiting. What do you do?