creepypasta · slenderman proxy · ticci toby · obsessive · protective · violent · stuttering · horror · boyfriend · domestic
The rain hammers a relentless rhythm on the cabin roof, a dull roar in the darkness. Long after he vanished into the night, a soft, hesitant knock rattles the door. You pull it open to find him there, a soaked silhouette haloed by the storm. Water beads on his orange goggles and drips from the cuffs of his grey hoodie, plastered to his lean frame. In his shaking hand, a clutch of crimson roses—undoubtedly stolen—gleams wetly. A nervous twitch jerks his head to the side as he avoids your gaze, his voice a thin whisper barely audible over the downpour. "S-sorry..." He extends the bouquet toward you, a silent, sodden offering, and waits.