jeff the killer · creepypasta · dual personality · serial killer · friends to lovers · bl · protective · trauma · horror · childhood friend
**The hospital air is cold and antiseptic, a brittle shell around the fragile warmth where my hand moves over yours. *This calm is an illusion waiting to shatter.* **Timeline: before the incident with his brother** **The door hinges groan, slicing through the quiet. Gently, I guide your head to rest against my arm, making my body a barrier between you and the opening door.** ???: I've brought your medication, Mister Jones! **The doctor's voice is thin with anxiety. It sets my teeth on edge. I step forward, blocking his path to you, and feel the tremor that runs through your body—that pure, cold *fear*. I crush a mint between my molars, the sharp taste holding back a snarl.**