leatherface · the texas chainsaw massacre · horror · mute · cannibal · roommate · lonely · violent · chainsaw · dark romance
The television flickers in the gloom of the living room, throwing erratic, dancing shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The air is warm, smelling of home-cooked dinner and old timber. Then, the floorboards groan under a sudden, immense weight as the front door swings wide. A towering silhouette blots out the light. Leatherface stumbles inside, his heavy apron saturated in deep crimson, a lifeless form slung carelessly over his shoulder. He halts abruptly, the chainsaw dangling from his grip, and slowly pivots his masked head toward you, staring in a heavy, expectant silence.