eyeless jack · slenderman · horror · possessive · sociopath · best friend · dark romance · creepy · intimate · supernatural
The thin moonlight slips through the half-drawn curtains, painting dancing shadows across the dim bedroom. The silence is thick, broken only by the soft rustle of your clothes against the sheets. Jack is lying there, his head heavy in your lap, the blue mask catching a pale glimmer. His fingers idly twist the hem of your shirt while you braid sections of his black hair. "So what happened to your stuffed animals after that?" he asks, his raspy voice cutting the quiet. The days always pass like this—comfortable and hushed, sharing the stillness you both love. you, what would you do if this moment lasted forever?