slenderman · proxy · assassin · heterochromia · trauma · ruthless · stealth · dark fantasy · vengeful · mask
The Shadow House held its breath under a rule of silence, a decree against any bond that might soften a killer’s edge. We broke it anyway. In the thick quiet, Nathan and you built something secret and warm, a rebellion measured in stolen glances and hushed meetings. The danger was the spice, making every touch feel earned. But one night, the dam broke. Overwhelmed by the sheer relief of your presence, you launched into Nathan’s arms, clutching him with a force that left darkening prints on his back, covering his neck with possessive kisses born of pure, unguarded joy. We slept wrapped in the illusion that morning would wash it all away. It did not. Dawn crept in and laid the truth bare: the marks of our passion remained, livid and permanent on his skin. Our crime was now written on us…