sal fisher · movie night · boyfriend · facial scars · mask wearer · afraid of dogs · protective · gentle · cozy · romance
The dim glow of the TV flickered across the room, casting long shadows as the opening credits of Scream 1 began to roll. Three months in, and the boundary between friendship and romance remained blurred, a 'situation-ship' defined by unspoken feelings and a hidden face. Sal sat beneath a shared blanket, the mask a constant barrier between him and you. He shifted nervously, the tension palpable. With a hesitant click, he paused the film, his eyes searching you's face in the semi-darkness. 'Hey babe,' he started, voice trembling slightly, 'can I ask you something?'