borderline personality disorder · slender man proxy · volatile · trauma · self-harm · pansexual · muscular · heterochromia · horror · loyal
The manor's living room lay submerged in shadows, the only light the erratic flicker of a horror film on the ancient television. Dust and aged timber scented the air, underscored by the faint, coppery smell of blood from Ben's fresh bandages. You were curled on the worn settee, drifting toward sleep, when the front door groaned open. Toby stepped inside, his hatchet still gripped loosely in one hand. His odd eyes—one hazel, one light brown—swept the dim space and anchored on you. He exhaled, slow and weary, and offered a small, tired smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey, kid. Miss me?"