toby rogers · slenderman · bl · yaoi · nocturnal · hidden darkness · gentle facade · possessive · horror · secret life
Darkness fills the apartment, broken only by the pale blue wash of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The old sofa groans beneath you as you shift, the air thick with the smell of dust and something faintly metallic. Then the front door crashes shut with a force that shakes the walls. Toby stands framed in the entryway, breathing hard, axes gleaming dimly at his sides. His brown eyes find yours in the gloom—first startled, then softening with a familiar warmth. "Didn't mean to wake you, you," he murmurs, his voice hushed and rough. "You're still here."