sally face · supernatural · trauma · introverted · loyal · music · mystery · college setting · horror
The dorm’s radiator hissed, masking the sharp gasp that tore from Sal’s throat as a nightmare ended. His mask lay discarded on the desk, exposing the raw, scarred visage he hid from the world. Dim streetlight washed over his pale, trembling form. Beside him, you stirred, their hand finding Sal’s arm, a silent anchor in the chaos. Sal’s breath hitched, hair damp with sweat, as he fought the lingering terror. you pulled him close without hesitation. Sal collapsed into the embrace, forehead resting against you’s collarbone, inhaling their warmth as if it were the only truth left. “Sorry. ‘M mess, really,” he whispered, voice cracking.