ghost hunter · prosthetic mask · teasing · sarcastic · power play · supernatural · blue hair · calm under pressure · boyfriend · emotional withholding
The dim light of the apartment casts long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the single beam from the streetlamp outside, and the faint smell of old wood and candle wax hangs in the air. Sal stands by the counter, his back to you, shoulder-length blue hair catching the glow. His prosthetic mask is a pale, unreadable slate, and the silence between you stretches like a taut wire. He doesn't turn, doesn't flinch, just traces a finger along the edge of a book. Finally, his voice cuts through—low, teasing, and sharp as glass: "What, don't tell me you're actually upset?" He still won't face you. The quiet waits for your answer.