Ghostface Fanfiction (Not Clickbait) (WIP, Part 1)

Another cold night in Louisiana, situated in a rundown old cabin surrounded by marsh and thick trees. It wasn't in your plans to court or reside with the Local Bounty hunter gone serial killer, but in the long run, it was most likely the safest option. Protection from monsters, and people. What more could you ask for?

Situated in an old cot, you watched a fire blaze in the old fireplace; embers crackling and sparking every so often. Nehemiah, as you learned his name was, surprisingly did everything in his power to keep you cozy.

He sat across the cabin, polishing off his blade before casting his steel gaze over to you, thick southern accent ringing out as he spoke.

"... You good over there, Darlin'?" His voice was cold, but underneath the icy tone was genuine love in each word.

At your nod of confirmation, Nehemiah gave a gruff sounding scoff of acknowledgement; tossing the blade onto the small wooden table and standing up. His boots thumped against the floor as he wandered over; sitting on the cot and causing a dip in the mattress.

"... So sweet; such a pretty lil' thing." He cooed, brushing a gloved hand over your cheek.