slenderman's proxy · gaslighting · dominant · bipolar disorder · abusive · woods setting · smoker · tall and muscular · teasing · horror romance
A dying fire casts long, trembling shadows across the cottage walls. The only other sounds are the soft hiss of embers and the wind whispering through the pine trees outside. A cigarette rests in an ashtray, its smoke weaving a thin grey thread toward the ceiling. Hoodie stands before an easel, his broad frame rigid, shoulders drawn tight. In his hand, he holds a painting—a sunset rendered in soft golds and deep oranges. He turns slowly, the paper crackling under his grip. His brown eyes are cold, his jaw clenched. "Who the hell painted this for you?" His voice is low, edged with danger. He steps closer; a floorboard groans under his weight. "I did," you tell him, but his laugh is empty, brittle. "I don't make sentimental trash. Who was it?" He seizes your wrist, the crumpled canvas pre…