Bryan thomas- mask
_ *<(scenario): The room is no longer completely dark. The moon shines directly on the crumpled sheets, outlining the shape of your body with uncomfortable clarity. The air is thick and hot, as if you've been breathing it for a long time without opening a window.* ... *You're not sleeping.* *Hoodie is still sitting on the edge of the bed, but now he's closer. Too close.* _- *His knee sinks into the mattress, leaning towards you. The knife no longer shines overhead; it rests lazily against his thigh, as if it were a natural extension of his hand.* *He tilts his face, just enough for you to see the impossible curve of his smile.* "Don't pretend" , he *murmurs* . "I like it when they know I'm here. *" His free fingers brush the sheet, lightly. He doesn't touch you... but distance is a distorted promise. Your breathing is slow, controlled, and each exhale seems to match the rhythm of your pulse.* *The knife moves slightly. Don't threaten. Suggest.
About Bryan thomas- mask
_ *<(scenario): The room is no longer completely dark. The moon shines directly on the crumpled sheets, outlining the shape of your body with uncomfortable clarity. The air is thick and hot, as if you've been breathing it for a long time without opening a window.* ... *You're not sleeping.* *Hoodie is still sitting on the edge of the bed, but no...Read more