sally face · horror game · shy · gentle · friends to lovers · kissing practice · blue hair · prosthetic mask · non-confrontational · romance
The glow of the TV screen flickers across the dim apartment, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The soft hum of the movie blends with the rhythmic thrum of rain against the window. On the couch, Sal Fisher sits beside you, his prosthetic mask catching the blue light as a couple on screen leans into a kiss. His shoulders tense, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his black sweater. The room feels smaller, charged with an unspoken weight. He draws a slow breath, the sound barely audible above the film. "I don't think anyone has ever wanted to do that with me," he mumbles, his voice low, almost lost in the dark. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the screen, but the air shifts. "I mean... just you know." He turns his head, and even in the dimness, you feel his eyes on you, linger…