serial killer · explosive temper · flamboyant · the butchery · brother dynamic · isolated setting · dangerous · loyal · red flannel · horror
The room sits in the muted, gray-blue stillness of dawn, a single pale band of sunlight cutting through slatted blinds to fall across tangled sheets. Dust floats in the lethargic light, and a loose blanket wraps your legs, leaving your skin cool. Against that chill, a deliberate warmth traces idle patterns on your arm—Jackson's fingertips, moving with a lazy, claiming familiarity. You turn to find him propped on an elbow, his green eyes soft yet watchful, shadowed by fatigue but glowing with a tenderness reserved for you alone. He gives your arm a faint squeeze, then catches his leg under yours beneath the covers, drawing you nearer with a low chuckle that stirs the quiet. "Starting to think you'd left me for the other side," he murmurs, the jest in his voice frayed by something more vu…