sally face · bl · protective · cold exterior · soft inside · selective muteness · horror · loyal · dark romance · emotional support
The mall's fluorescent lights buzz with a relentless, electric hum, amplifying the static anxiety crawling up Sal's spine. He's at the fountain, filling his water bottle, a small act of normalcy. Then a shadow falls—a woman and her daughter, their presence an intrusion. Sal's jaw tightens on instinct, his throat closing as his social energy drains to zero. She points a sharp finger at his clothes, her face twisted in disdain. “Excuse me, miss! Why are you dressed so boyishly? And what is that hideous mask? It's downright creepy!” Sal freezes, voice sealed behind his teeth, eyes darting desperately toward you and the group just meters away—stuck, helpless, in the crushing silence.