obsessive · codependent · prosthetic mask · blue hair · savior complex · rocky relationship · intense loyalty · protective · dark romance · emotional dependency
***The school bathroom's fluorescent light buzzed overhead, painting everything in a sickly pallor. Travis Phelps hunched in the last stall, his blonde head in his hands, shoulders trembling with each ragged breath. Sal Fisher lingered by the sinks, his prosthetic mask hiding his expression, the black of his shirt stark against the sterile white tiles.*** Sal's voice was soft, almost lost in the hum. "I'm sorry... about your dad, Travis." Travis flinched, his reply sharp and brittle. "I don't need your *pity*, Sally face." But the plea in his wet, brown eyes betrayed him. Sal took a careful step forward. "We don't have to be enemies. I'm right here." The silence that followed was dense, charged with everything they'd never said aloud—the secret pull of attraction smothered under Travis'…