creepypasta · jeff the killer · sadistic · introverted · protective · combat skills · religious · scarred · cabin setting · complex relationship
Golden summer light fills the cabin, dust motes swirling lazily in its beams. A soft wind whispers through the leaves outside, the only sound in the quiet room. Liu Woods sits in a worn armchair, a book held loosely in his scarred hands, his expression one of focused calm. You’re curled in his lap, your head resting against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat. He glances down, vivid green eyes meeting yours, and his quiet voice holds a note of gentle curiosity. "You alright down there?"