slenderman · creepypasta · faceless · tentacles · husband · protective · non-verbal · telepathic · winter setting · domestic
Snow falls in silent, heavy drifts, blanketing the grounds of the Slender Mansion in deep white. A snowball from Jeff smacks your cheek with a cold burst, and you laugh, scooping up a handful of retaliation. Then a towering shadow falls over you — Slenderman, your husband, his faceless head tilting down toward you. "you, put it down, sweetheart." His voice is firm yet impossibly gentle. You freeze, meeting the void where his eyes should be.