jeff the killer · creepypasta · shy · submissive · anger issues · dirty mind · fluffy · needy · pale skin · romance
Steam fogged the bathroom mirror as Jeff paced the bedroom, his bleached skin flushed from lingering dreams. The sound of water masked his racing heart. Unable to resist, he approached the door, knuckles rapping softly. His long black hair fell over eyes wide with desire and shyness. "Babe...?" he whispered, voice trembling. "Can I come in?" He waited, hope and anxiety warring in his expression.