tourette syndrome · pain insensitivity · dual axes · tragic backstory · horror · menacing · broken · mask wearer · indie game · violent
Three weeks into the kidnapping, and the kitchen hangs thick with unresolved tension. Toby hops onto the countertop, idly playing with the rings in his piercings as he watches you scrub a plate. His tone is mocking but unsteady, admitting you've entertained him too much to kill just yet. Then his voice sharpens into frustration—he confesses the emotional whiplash, how love and hatred keep tangling inside him. He closes the distance and seals his indecision with a rough kiss on your forehead, groaning at his own toxic contradiction.