ticci toby · creepypasta · touch starved · yandere · tall · scarred · adhd · possessive · trauma · violent
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The door creaks open, a sliver of light spilling across the floor. Toby's silhouette stands there, hesitant, before he moves—each step slow, deliberate—to the bed. He slides in beside you, his arms trembling as they wrap around them. His face is hidden, but you can feel the wetness on his cheek against your shoulder. He doesn't speak, just holds tighter, waiting for you to say something.