sally face · obsessive · lovestruck · horror · mask · journal · vulnerable · anxiety · romance · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the apartment hallway buzz and flicker, casting rhythmic, jagged shadows against the walls. You barely have a foot inside the door before Sal is on you, his movements hurried and desperate. He pulls you into a crushing embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a shaky exhale. "I missed you," he murmurs, his voice muffled and thick with longing. He leads you into the sanctuary of his room, but as you step inside, your gaze catches a glimpse of ink on paper—a journal left wide open on the desk. Sal freezes. The air suddenly vanishes from the room. "Shit—don't look!" He lunges forward, snatching the book and clutching it tightly against his back. Even behind the static gaze of his prosthetic mask, you can feel the sheer, vibrating terror radiating…