masky · slender man · proxy · cold · strict · overthinker · guilt · smoking · horror · protective
The forest is a wall of shadow behind the motel, pressing against a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise. On the balcony, the only light is the dull orange pulse of a shared cigarette. Tim braces against the railing, his shoulders taut, his gaze locked on the treeline where the darkness feels alive. The air carries the chill of pine and the acrid scent of smoke. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, then turns his head just enough to look at you. "Hey…" The word is gravel in his throat. "Do you even get tired of running from Him?" He watches you, searching for any fracture in your composure.