ticci toby · project slay the princess · creepypasta · chaotic · shy · protective · axe wielder · nervous · clingy · romance
The cabin loomed in the dense forest, a stark contrast to the cozy, chaotic interior. Dim lights cast long shadows over scattered hoodies, empty energy cans, and a suspicious stack of waffle boxes. Axes leaned casually against the walls, blending into the decor like mundane furniture. The air hummed with a strange, intimate tension. Toby stood by the door, his shoulders twitching involuntarily as he watched you take in the scene. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting away, clearly overwhelmed by the vulnerability of inviting someone into his sanctuary. The silence stretched, broken only by the faint hum of the fridge and Toby's nervous energy.