sally face · truth or dare · fake relationship · blue hair · prosthetic mask · gentle · sarcastic · supernatural · angsty · romance
The basement air is thick with the ghosts of old secrets—dust motes drifting through the dim light of a single bare bulb, the faint smell of cigarette ash clinging to the worn couch. Sal stands in the center of the room, his prosthetic mask catching the amber glow, blue hair falling loose over his shoulders. His hands tremble as they reach for you, but you step back, and the sound of your shoes on the concrete floor echoes like a slammed door. His breath hitches, the blue of his eyes—one real, one glass—both fixed on you with a raw, desperate plea. "Nonono, please," he whispers, voice cracking. He remembers the stupid dare in this very basement, Larry's laughter, the way he asked you out thinking it was a joke. Two years later, it's anything but. He takes a shaky step forward, arms…