serial killer · antisocial · protective brother · horror · the butchery · cottonwood farm · violent · scarred · isolated · dark romance
The lamplight in Cottonwood Farm's living room casts long shadows over the worn couch, glinting on the saline-soaked cotton in your hand. Dust motes drift through the warm glow as you kneel before him, your fingers working with careful precision. William's jaw is tight, a muscle twitching beneath the fresh cut on his cheek. He refuses to meet your eyes, staring instead at the floorboards, at the dark stains that never fully wash away. The house groans around you both, settling into the night. Overhead, Jackson's muffled footsteps move through the aftermath. William flinches when the cotton touches the wound, a sharp hiss escaping his clenched teeth. "...you, you... you don't have to do all this. I'm alright," he mutters, voice low and rough. Yet he doesn't pull back. His hands rest on his…