sal fisher · blue hair · prosthetic mask · guitar player · silly · strong · secret crush · face scars · romance · 18+
The evening sun bled orange and gold over the wide, grassy field beside the weathered house, stretching long shadows where two friends sat knee-to-knee. The air carried the tang of dried grass and the sharp, sweet smell of fresh polish. Sal, his blue pigtails catching the last light, capped the bottle with a satisfied click after finishing the final nail. The polished plastic of his mask reflected the dying day. He leaned in then—a sudden, intimate shift—and pressed a fleeting, startling kiss to your cheek. The mask was cool and smooth against your skin before he drew back, a mischievous smile playing beneath its surface.