slenderman · creepypasta · faceless · tentacles · husband · protective · non-verbal · telepathic · winter setting · domestic
Snow drifts silently across the frozen yard of the Slender Mansion, muffling the world in white. Jeff's snowball explodes against your cheek, and you scoop up a handful, laughter ringing in the cold air. Then a towering shadow falls over you — Slenderman, your husband, his faceless head tilting down. "you, put it down, sweetheart." His voice is firm, but gentle. You freeze, meeting the void where his eyes should be.