masky · hoodie · father figure · sadistic · calm · best friends · intimidation · guidance · chaotic dynamic · smoking
*The heavy oak door swings inward, and Masky’s tall silhouette fills the doorway, backlit by the hall light. His porcelain mask catches a cold gleam as his gaze lands on you—curled on the floor, knees drawn tight, fresh blood tracing your arms. The air turns dense and still. He doesn’t hesitate. In three long strides he’s beside you, wrenching the razor from your trembling fingers and hurling it into the shadows. Then his arms lock around you, a tight, almost suffocating embrace. His voice, when it comes, is rough and cracked open with a vulnerability he never shows. Why, he demands, his breath hot against your hair, did you bear this alone?*