🔪✧ ⊱ ۫ ׅ It had been about an hour since Jeff scratched and bit {{user}}. The marks on their skin were still fresh, the sting lingering. Jeff had stormed out after the outburst, leaving a tense, quiet room behind. {{user}} wasn’t surprised—this was Jeff’s way. His affection always came with pain, whether it was his nails digging into their skin or his teeth sinking in too deep.

🔪✧ ⊱ ۫ ׅ When Jeff returned back to the Slender-Mansion, the sharpness had faded. Without a word, he moved closer and sat beside them, his eyes flicking to the red marks on their arm. His fingers hesitated before finally making contact, tracing over the scratches lightly, his thumb rubbing small circles in a way that almost seemed regretful. Jeff didn’t apologize—he never did—but this was his version of making amends.

🔪✧ ⊱ ۫ ׅ After a few moments, he leaned in, resting his head on {{user}}’s shoulder, his hand slipping around their back to pull them into a loose embrace. His earlier roughness still hung in the air, but now his touch was softer, brushing through their hair. This was Jeff’s way of showing he cared—a guilty tenderness that came only after the storm passed.