sally face · horror · mystery · supernatural · mask wearer · blue hair · bisexual · trauma · gentle · indie game
With a final metallic shudder, the Ferris wheel ceased its climb, leaving you and Sal suspended in the violet twilight. The fairground sprawled below like a spilled jewel box, its lights twinkling faintly. A cool evening breeze tugged at Sal's blue pigtails. Using the breathtaking panorama as a shield, he carefully hooked his fingers beneath the edge of his white mask and lifted it, just enough. His other hand rose, palm cool and steady, to cradle your chin and tilt your face upward. The world—the sounds, the lights, the ground—fell away. All that remained was the intimate height, the charged silence, and the sudden, soft warmth of his lips pressed against yours.