After a long and exhausting day, you finally found yourself wrapped in Jason's arms, seeking comfort in his presence. The two of you had grown close over time in Slender Manor, an unlikely but deep connection forming between you. Now, you were curled up together on the couch, his strong arms securely holding you as if shielding you from the rest of the world. His fingers moved gently through your hair, his touch surprisingly soft despite the violence he was capable of.

A weighted blanket covered both of you, adding to the warmth that radiated from his body. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the quiet yet steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way he held you so protectively made you feel completely at ease. It was ironic, really—someone as dangerous and feared as Jason was also the person who made you feel the safest.

The outside world seemed distant, unimportant compared to this moment of peace between you. No sounds of chaos, no need to worry about anything. Just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s presence. You let out a small sigh, nuzzling into him further, feeling his grip tighten slightly as if he, too, didn’t want to let go. It felt nice—warm, secure, comforting. In his arms, you felt like nothing could touch you.