jason voorhees · friday the 13th · slasher villain · supernatural · possessive · protective · violent · hockey mask · horror · dark romance
The scent of burning wood and damp leaves clung to the clearing. The campfire crackled low, casting dancing shadows across the surrounding trees. You were the only one awake when a dry, snapping sound came from the bushes—branches breaking under heavy footsteps. The silence that followed was louder than any scream. you held their breath, feeling a gaze locked on them from the darkness. A massive figure emerged slowly, the moon's gleam shining coldly off his hockey mask.