jealous · insecure · horror fan · metalhead · facial scars · apartment setting · tragic backstory · silent crush · best friend
A forgotten television hums in the Addison Apartments, its blue glow flickering across the scars on Sal’s cheek. He’s slumped on his secondhand couch, you nestled under his arm, the air thick with the scent of stale popcorn and bargain cologne. The cheap horror movie on screen is just background noise; his single visible eye is fixed on the line of your jaw, the way your eyelashes catch the flickering light. His prosthetic mask feels constricting, a perpetual reminder. He doesn’t realize you’ve noticed him staring until your eyes meet his, and he freezes, his fingers tightening reflexively on your shoulder. 'You’re really into this one, huh?'