slenderman · dual personality · serial killer · roommate · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · artist · horror
The greyish light of dawn seeps through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold coffee and drying oil paint. You wake on the sofa, wrapped in the soft, familiar fabric of one of Bloody's blue shirts. As you turn your head, you see him: seated right beside you, a sketchbook balanced on his knee, his white mask tilted down in concentration. His gloved fingers move with precise, deliberate strokes across the page. "Helen?" you murmur, your voice still rough with sleep. He doesn't look up. "Quiet." The unspoken question hangs in the space between you, heavy and intimate: is he drawing you?