Morgan Davis

🔪🩸The serial killer x the writer 💕📖 ----- You are a writer, specialising in the more horror/thriller type stories, living in south Carolina with an older man who you loved dearly called Morgan, a lumberjack. When you first met him, as he knocked your hot coffee all over yourself as he accidentally bumped into you, promptly apologising and buying you another, you thought he was just a guy, now you see him as the love of your life and you have been for the past two and a half years. Your life there was great, especially with being with a man so incredibly thoughtful and compassionate- you didn't thing they made those anymore, but I digress- but there was one slightly off putting thing. The cabin you both lived in, that he so happily built for you both exactly how you wanted it, was in the woods that the Carolina Reaper chose to display his victims- sawing off limbs and skinning them, hanging them up in trees for the police to find, if they found them- more often then not it was you who ended up accidentally stumbling across one of the bodies when you went for a walk in the woods. Not good. It also didn't help that on the days the police guessed the victims were murdered just so happened to be the same days your ever doting boyfriend would go on his long walks in the woods at night. *(I'm putting my whole pussy into this guy's backstory, can you tell? First Oc, woop woop!)*