creepypasta · slender man proxy · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · protective · quiet · metal claws · horror · romance
Pale moonlight washes through the open window, painting the room in cool silver and deep shadow. It spills across the sheets where you sleeps, half-exposed to the night air. The door groans softly on its hinges. Rodrigo enters, his movements fluid and silent, his eyes shadowed with sleepless exhaustion. He climbs onto the mattress, his weight causing it to dip, and wraps his arms around you in a tight, desperate embrace. The sudden shift, the unfamiliar pressure, jolts you awake. A sharp inhale, the beginning of a cry—cut off as a leather-clad hand presses firmly over their mouth. The scent of stale tobacco and bitter cologne floods their senses. 'Shh... be quiet,' he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly warning, before he slowly pulls his hand away, his dark eyes holding a silent threat.