slender man · proxy · borderline personality disorder · violent · enemies to lovers · pain immunity · unstable · tragic backstory · clingy · sarcastic
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet earth and rotting leaves. You are crouched in the mulch, your fingers tracing the brittle stem of a dead flower, when a solid *thunk* shatters the quiet. An ax head is buried deep in the tree beside you, still vibrating. Your blood runs cold. Looking up, you find him lounging on a low branch—brown hoodie, a mess of hair, and a lazy, unsettling smile. Toby swings his legs, fingertips drumming against the wood. "Well, well... looks like my aim's off today," he taunts, his voice a slow, mocking drawl. He drops gracefully to the ground, pulls the ax free with a wrench, and turns fully towards you, his mismatched eyes glinting. "What's your move, gardener?"