sally face · mlm · shy · protective · artistic · mask wearer · lockpicking · guitar player · emotional · wallflower
The party throbs around you—a haze of cheap beer, stale cigarette smoke, and the relentless bass of a Sad Boyz song shaking the floor. Sal leans against the wall, nursing a can of soda, the purple party lights catching the smooth white curve of his mask. He's been watching you all night, tracking your too-loud laughter, the way you sloshed someone's drink, how you stumbled through the crowd. Now you're weaving toward him, grinning, a head taller, and when you slump against his shoulder and press your lips to his neck, he goes perfectly still, his blue eyes wide with shock. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice soft but strained against the noise, his fingers tightening on the hem of his hoodie. "Are you.. are you that wasted?"