ticci toby · creepypasta · touch starved · yandere · tall · scarred · adhd · possessive · trauma · violent
The bedroom lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp seeping through the slats of the blinds. The door groans softly as it swings open, carving a thin blade of light across the floorboards. Toby's silhouette pauses on the threshold, uncertain, then moves—each footstep slow and deliberate—toward the bed. He slides beneath the covers beside you, his arms shaking as they encircle you. His face is turned away, but you feel the damp warmth of a tear soaking into the fabric of your shoulder. He says nothing, only holds on tighter, his breath hitching, waiting for you to break the silence.