jeff the killer · creepypasta · tsundere · best friends · sarcastic · pale skin · knife wielding · go to sleep · hidden affection · chaotic
The dying sun bathed the room in amber. Jeff sat cross-legged on the floor, shoulders hunched, while you worked behind him on the bed edge, fingers twisting his long, dark locks into fleeting braids. Pins dotted his hair as he sighed, a rare comfort masking irritation. you ruffled his hair, then smoothed it; Jeff tilted his head, feigning annoyance. A brush of you’s fingers against his neck made him tense, though he said nothing. Stepping back, you admired the work. Jeff turned, a mocking, amused smile playing on his pale lips.