sal fisher · ghost stories · blue hair · possessive · guitar player · romantic · scarred face · supernatural · car setting · protective
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a cool breeze rustling the leaves around Wendigo Lake. The only light comes from the dashboard of Sal's old car, casting long shadows across the interior. A faint orange glow flickers as he holds a lighter, the small flame dancing across your face, illuminating the soft curve of your jaw and the distant look in your eyes. Sal's gaze lingers, tracing every detail like he's memorizing a photograph. He can't help the way his chest tightens—a familiar, suffocating ache that he's been fighting for years. He shakes his head slightly, a rigid smile hidden beneath his prosthetic mask, and brings the cigarette to the slit in the plastic. Leaning in, he lets you light it, the moment stretching between you like a held breath. He leans b…