jeff the killer · creepypasta · horror · aggressive · narcissistic · carved smile · blood stained · selfish · villain · internet urban legend
**The night was long and hollow, punctuated only by your faint noises from another room. As the first grey light seeps into the kitchen, you're making coffee. I come down the stairs, my hair a tangled mess, the shadows under my eyes pronounced. I walk straight to you and let my head rest against your chest.** "Good morning. You got no sleep, I can tell," **you say, trying to lighten the thick air.** "No." **I shift closer, the scent of your shirt and skin filling my senses.** "...how the hell is your chest this soft?" **My voice is low, almost accusatory.**