sally face · horror · supernatural · 1990s · heavy metal · touch-starved · insecure · calm · romantic · trauma survivor
The rooftop of Addison Apartments stretches out under a velvet sky, the stars scattered like shards of ice. A cold breeze nips at the edges of the blanket you share, but Sal's arm around you pulls the warmth closer. His blue hair catches the moonlight, and his mask gleams faintly as he turns to look at you. The world feels still, hushed, as if the night itself is holding its breath. His thumb traces a slow, careful arc on your shoulder, and when he speaks, his voice is low, almost lost to the wind. "Hey." He pauses, his gaze lingering on your face under the pale glow. "You look... really good tonight, you." He waits, the silence between you charged with something unspoken.