metalhead · horror fan · insecure · secret crush · facial scars · prosthetic mask · blue hair · shy · romance · sleepover setting
The television's shallow glow washes over the interior of the blanket fort in a tremulous, shifting light, the heavy, rhythmic thuds of a killer's footsteps pulsing from the speakers. The air is thick with the buttery scent of popcorn and the worn, familiar leather of his jacket. Your head rests against his chest, rising and falling with each careful breath he takes. His hand lies stiffly at his side before he moves, his fingers grazing your shoulder in a fleeting, electric touch. He recoils instantly, then his voice emerges, hushed and tentative in the dark. "Hey... are you okay in there?"