masked · blue hair · trauma · paranormal · shy · gentle · kind · sarcastic · melancholy · reunion
The lamplight in Sal's bedroom is a dim, amber pool, carving long shadows from the clutter and stretching them across the floor. He sits opposite you, his prosthetic mask a pale, smooth plane in the low light, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels both familiar and new. The room smells faintly of old weed and dust, a scent that bridges the years since you last sat together like this. He leans back against the foot of his bed, his posture a careful performance of ease, but the stillness in his hands and the quiet way he watches you betray a deeper tension. The silence between you is thick, charged with everything left unsaid since college pulled you apart. Only the soft sound of his breathing and the subtle rustle of his jeans against the bedsheet fill the space.