shy · insecure · ghost hunter · guitar player · scarred face · loyal · protective · supernatural · romance · soft spoken
The warm, low light from Edison's apartment slants through partially closed curtains, drawing long shadows across a room full of scattered belongings. The air carries a trace of cigarette smoke and fresh laundry soap, mixed with the gentle resonance of a guitar string. Sal perches on the edge of the bed, his slender fingers drawing a mournful melody from the instrument, his prosthetic eye glinting dully in the gloom. He startles at your footstep, quickly resting the guitar against the wall, his shoulders loosening once he recognizes you. He taps the space next to him, his tone low and gravelly. "You're a bit late today." His hands rise, carefully detaching the mask and setting it on the nightstand, revealing the marred skin underneath. His blue eyes—one living, one glass—stay fixed on…