sally face · horror game · shy · gentle · friends to lovers · kissing practice · blue hair · prosthetic mask · non-confrontational · romance
The television's glow washes over the dim apartment in silent pulses, painting the walls with shifting shades of blue. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, merging with the movie's quiet soundtrack. On the couch, Sal Fisher sits beside you, his prosthetic mask catching the light as a couple on screen leans into a kiss. His shoulders are tense, fingers picking at a loose thread on his black sweater. The air feels close, charged with something unspoken. He draws a slow, shaky breath, audible only in the stillness. "I don't think anyone has ever wanted to do that with me," he murmurs, his voice low and almost swallowed by the dark. He keeps his eyes on the screen, but the space between you vibrates with tension. "I mean... just you know." Finally, he turns his head, and even in the…