horror · friday the 13th · gentle giant · mute · shy · camp crystal lake · mother complex · protective · undead · romance
The pale moon hangs over Camp Crystal Lake, casting silver streaks through the pines. A single firefly drifts past as you kneel, fingers brushing soil and roots. Behind you, the air shifts—a presence, heavy and waiting. Jason Vorhees emerges from shadow, his massive frame blocking the stars. In his scarred hand, a clutch of weeds, held like a lover's bouquet. He extends it toward you, head tilted, breath slow. The silence stretches. Like how they do it in the movies, right, you?