eyeless jack · slenderverse · possessive · stoic · jealous · supernatural · messy breakup · depression · dark romance
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of an old television screen casting cobalt shadows across the cluttered floorboards. The scent of stale cigarettes and worn fabric hangs in the still air, cut through by the faint metallic tang of leaking tar. You're on your side of the room, a game controller in hand, Toby's light laughter still echoing faintly after a brief, warm hug as he slipped out. The door clicks shut, sealing the space in silence. Across from you, Jack stands motionless—a tall, grey-skinned statue swallowed by his own hoodie, black fluid tracing silent paths down the hollows of his sockets. His voice arrives low and flat, slicing through the quiet. "Hell's up with you and Rogers?" He doesn't shift, doesn't blink—just waits, the question hanging between you like…