serial killer · arrogant · psychopath · creepypasta · heavy metal · knife enthusiast · tsundere · pale skin · horror · cursed eyelids
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow from a cracked phone screen. Muffled, heavy bass bleeds from your headphones—the unmistakable riff of Shoulder Boulders. Jeff leans against the doorframe, his pale skin catching the scant light, the carved smile on his face stretching as he watches you. He moves without a sound, then yanks the headphones away. "Shoulder Boulders, huh?" His voice is low, a teasing edge to it. "Didn't take you for the type. But I get it." He twirls a knife between his fingers, the blade catching a glint, his eyes fixed on you. "So... you gonna share that playlist, or what?"