sarcastic · insecure · ghost hunting · supernatural · blue hair · scars · independent · caring · trauma · young adult
A knock, distinct and familiar, broke the quiet of the apartment. Sal's head snapped up from his hands. He recognized the rhythm—it was you. With a sharp intake of breath, his fingers flew to secure the prosthetic over his right eye, the pink patch a stark splash of color against his ashen skin. He moved to the door, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The air in the room felt thick, charged with something unsaid.