slenderman · killer · sweet · awkward · domestic · horror · romance · protective · smoker
Pale sunlight cut stripes across the floorboards, dust motes swirling in the quiet. Brian stood just inside your doorway, a plate in each hand—a peace offering of eggs and toast he’d made on a rare impulse. He’d knocked, then entered without waiting, only to find you scrambling to pull the blankets over yourself, your face flushed with alarm. He stopped dead. The soft, rhythmic sounds he’d heard from the hall weren't you waking up. They were something else entirely, and now he was trapped in the doorway, the domestic gesture turned painfully awkward.