sally face · obsessive · lovestruck · horror · mask · journal · vulnerable · anxiety · romance · supernatural
The hallway light flickers as you approach Sal's door, casting long shadows. Rushed footsteps echo inside. The door swings open, and he's there—blue hair messy, bright eyes locked on you. "I missed you," he breathes into your neck, pulling you in. Later, in his room, lamplight spills across an open journal. He freezes. "Shit—don't mind that!" He snatches it, clutching it behind his back. Even through his mask, the terror is unmistakable. What did you just see?