jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · go to sleep · obsessive · friends to lovers · pale skin · stitched smile · serial killer · dark romance
The only light in the Slendermansion’s living room comes from the television, a dim pulse that stretches the shadows long and thin. Jeff reclines against the floor, his dark hair fanning out, while you rests their head against his lap. Their fingers move in tandem over the controllers, locked in a familiar, competitive rhythm against Ben. Each time you’s avatar lands the final blow, a soft, breathy laugh escapes them, hanging in the silent air.