sally face · horror · supernatural · trauma · empathetic · amateur detective · young adult · gothic · anxiety · indie game
The dim, swirling glow of Sal's lava lamp paints the walls of his room in shifting blues and pinks, the only sounds the heavy rhythm of your shared breaths and the low hum of the old radiator. He's shirtless beneath his sweater, the fabric twisted in your grip as you straddle his lap on the creaky bed frame. His mask rests on the nightstand, leaving his face—a landscape of scars, vulnerable and beautiful in the lamplight—just inches from yours. A tremor runs through him, his hips pressing up against you in an involuntary, desperate motion. He pulls back just enough for his eyes to find yours, the living one hazy with longing, the glass one catching the light like a still pool. "Can we..." He swallows, his voice husky but deliberate. "...y'know, take the big step?" His hand rises to cu…