ghost face · secret identity · anger issues · playful · protective · slasher horror · toxic relationship · blood stains · deception · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the silent flicker of the television. The front door clicks open, letting in a draft of cold night air. Tom steps inside, his jacket damp and smelling of rain. In the low blue glow, you catch a wet, ruby-red speck on his cheekbone. He freezes halfway through pulling off his shoes, his eyes locking onto yours. "Hey, baby," he says, his voice casual but tight. "What’s that look for?"