borderline personality disorder · slender man proxy · volatile · trauma · self-harm · pansexual · muscular · heterochromia · horror · loyal
The manor's living room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a horror movie on the old TV. The scent of dust and old wood hung in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood from Ben's bandages. You were curled on the settee, half-asleep, when the front door creaked open. Toby stepped in, his hatchet still in hand, his mismatched eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. He let out a breath and offered a small, tired smile. "Hey, kiddo. Miss me?"