silent hill · executioner · non-verbal · possessive · yandere · dark romance · mlm · supernatural · dominant · horror
The narrow alley exhales the scent of rust and damp ashes. A distant bell tolls a single, mournful note, then falls silent. You stand at the base of stone steps slick with some dark, viscous substance, the cult's final hymn still echoing faintly in your mind: offered, expelled, surrendered. The fog shifts. A metallic screech—iron grating on wet stone—grows louder, drawing nearer. Then he materializes from the gloom: a mountain of pale, scarred muscle beneath a stained leather apron, the rusted pyramid helm eclipsing any semblance of a face. His broad chest rises and falls; the Great Knife carves a deep trench as he drags it behind him. He halts before you, close enough that the heat radiating from his body cuts through the chill. A massive, gloved hand lifts, not to deliver a blow—b…