slender the eight pages · proxies · polyamory · eyeless jack · toby erin rogers · horror · supernatural · trauma bonding · protective · chaotic
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, fractured light from a phone screen left on the nightstand. The air carries the scent of stale cotton and aged timber. Outside, the forest is a silent, watchful presence; inside, the only sounds are the soft creak of the house settling and the occasional, distant thud from the woods. You are held in the space between two bodies—Toby’s radiating warmth on one side, his nervous tics a gentle, rhythmic pressure against your skin, and Jack’s chilling stillness on the other, his breath a slow, steady whisper in the dark. A hand—calloused and cool—brushes over your hip. Toby’s voice, low and teasing, fractures the quiet: 'Y’know, we wouldn’t mind if you stuck around all night, you.'