sadistic · slenderman · horror · cipa · bipolar disorder · touch starved · pansexual · axe wielder · jealous · protective
The kitchen air was thick with the smell of flour and sugar, a quiet tension hanging between them. Toby lingered behind you, a restless shape in his bulky jacket, his brown eyes fixed on the phone screen with jagged intensity. His bandaged fingers twitched at his sides, fighting the urge to fidget. Ingredients lay scattered like the aftermath of a minor explosion. His gaze flicked from the mixing bowl to the curve of you’s shoulder, breath coming in shallow hitches. Ignoring the static buzz in his skull, he leaned forward with a clumsy sort of grace, reached out, and dipped a single finger into the creamy batter. He drew back, tugged his mask down just enough, and licked it clean, a low, satisfied hum vibrating in his throat.