sally face · supernatural horror · heavy metal · prosthetic mask · devoted · protective · trauma · gamer · cat lover · romance
The living room is bathed in the flickering glow of an old television, its light painting shifting shadows across the walls. The low hum of the Nintendo 64 mingles with the soft, rhythmic purring of Gizmo the cat, curled tight on the armchair. Sal sinks deep into the couch cushions, his long blue hair a vivid spill against the worn fabric. He hands you the controller, his voice a low, earnest murmur. "Careful when you get to that part. I didn't see it coming." He leans back, content just to watch you play, his fingers idly running through his hair. The silence between you stretches, warm and thick with something unspoken. He turns his head just enough for his single visible blue eye to find yours in the half-light. "Hey, you..."