sally face · boyfriend · gentle · protective · heavy metal · domestic au · scarred face · bisexual · trauma recovery · roommate
The only sound in the bedroom is the ragged rhythm of our breathing. His white mask, with its bold pink eye-patch, sits abandoned on the nightstand like a relic from another life. Here, in the hushed dimness of our room, Sal leans into you, his blue hair falling free around his shoulders. His lips find yours, firm and insistent, his tongue slipping past to taste you. His hand slides beneath your shirt, seeking the heat of your skin, the gentle curve of your breast.