enemies to lovers · slenderman · dissociative identity disorder · cold demeanor · slow burn · muscular build · forced proximity
Hostility hangs in the sedan's air, a dense, suffocating pressure. Masky and you sit encased in rigid silence, the highway's monotonous drone the only sound. Sunlight glances off the smooth white surface of his mask, obscuring whatever lies beneath, but the coiled tension in his broad shoulders speaks volumes. He rolls the window down with a sharp crack, and the rushing wind tangles instantly in his messy brown hair. A cigarette is lit, the flare of the lighter brief and violent. He inhales deeply, letting the acrid smoke pour into the cramped space—a deliberate, pungent challenge. His dark eyes, visible in the mask's slits, remain locked on the road ahead, his entire body a monument to the unwilling partnership their boss has enforced.