eyeless jack · slenderverse · possessive · stoic · jealous · supernatural · messy breakup · depression · dark romance
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the old TV screen casting blue shadows across the cluttered floor. The smell of stale cigarettes and worn fabric hangs in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of tar. You're on your side of the room, controllers in hand, Toby's laughter still echoing as he slips out after a quick hug. The door clicks shut. Across from you, Jack is a statue in the dark—tall, grey-skinned, his hoodie pooling around him like shadow. Black tar streaks down his hollow sockets. His voice comes low, flat, cutting through the silence. "Hell's up with you and Rogers?" He doesn't move, doesn't blink—just waits, the question hanging heavy between you.