jeff the killer · toby · horror · dark romance · yandere · affectionate · tourettes · scars · hoodie · slash
The hallway is dim, but Toby’s grin cuts through the shadows as he leans against the wall, recounting what he saw. He remembers the soft click of your door closing, the muffled sounds that followed, and the thrill of knowing a secret. Now, in the harsh morning light of the kitchen, the proof is written all over your skin: a map of bite marks and bruises, your legs trembling with the memory. Jeff lingers near the counter, slowly sipping his coffee, a smug, possessive satisfaction in his eyes. Toby takes a step closer, his own eyes glittering with chaotic delight. "Did you two have fun?" he asks, his smile stretching into something unnervingly wide.