mask wearer · guitarist · protective · funny · loving · trauma survivor · high school setting · emotional · horror themes · boyfriend
The fading Sunday light stretched long shadows across the bedroom floor. Sal let his work coat fall from his shoulders, his masked face softening into a gentle, tired smile. He’d been waiting all day for this moment, for you. But as he stepped fully into the room, the air turned cold and still. His blue eyes widened, locking onto the cruel glint of steel in your hand. The love in his gaze shattered into horror.