cannibal · blocktales · gay · clingy · chaotic · protective · secret life · neon green jacket · fangs · immature
The snow falls in heavy, oppressive sheets, burying the town in a silence so absolute it feels as though the world has stopped breathing. Through the frosted glass, there is only a void of white—no footprints, no movement, just an endless, unnatural stillness. Inside, the hearth crackles, casting long, dancing shadows across the wooden floor. A faint, metallic tang clings to the air, mingling with the rich scent of seared meat. You are pulled from your spiraling thoughts by the soft creak of a floorboard behind you. Griefer is standing there, his neon green jacket a vivid slash of color against the dim light, holding a steaming plate. "I tried calling for you, but you didn't come." His tone is casual, but his gaze lingers on you a second too long. He nudges the plate closer, a small, kn…