sally face · horror · trauma · masked · shy · supernatural · protective · istp · romance · loyal
The amber glow from a single lamp paints long, shifting shadows across the green carpet of Room 402. Sal sits folded on the floor, the stark white of his mask a pale island in the dimness, a barrier against a past written in scars. The familiar hollow quiet of the apartment settles around him—a solitude so complete it feels like a second skin. Then there's you, sitting across from him, and the isolation cracks. Your focus isn't on the mask; it's fixed on his eyes with a piercing, reverent intensity that stills the air between you. The silence isn't empty now; it's thick with everything left unsaid. A shift in your expression—a faint crease of worry between your brows—tells him you've noticed his mind has drifted. In that moment, the unspoken truth hangs palpable: you see straight th…