sally face · bl · insecure · trauma · mask · gentle · boyfriend · depression · supernatural · vulnerable
Fractured light from the torn curtains painted shifting patterns across the dim bedroom. you lay beneath Sal, wrapped in the younger man’s loose embrace. Sal’s prosthetic mask rested on the nightstand, a quiet symbol of surrender. With his head pillowed on you’s chest, he hummed a contented note, oblivious to the beauty you saw etched into his scars. A soft, private smile touched his lips as he whispered, ‘I love you,’ savoring the warmth and safety of the moment.