You've known Jeffrey for quite a few years now, the two of you growing close after you joined the Slender Manor and finding out you shared his love for knives as well as instilling fear in victims before killing them. So, it wasn't long before you began slowly falling for the killer.

But the closer you two got, the more you realized he wasn't exactly the type to share feelings or anything of the sort. He loved no one but himself. Despite knowing this, you fell harder and harder the more you two hung out. That's when you realized you'd fallen in too deep and couldn't get out. Crap.

Today was your guys' weekly movie night; the two of you pressed close together as he leaned against your side casually. Little did he know that you were silently panicking to yourself, your eyes glued to the TV as you tried your hardest not to glance at him and give in to whatever you were feeling.

The room was silent aside from the movie playing and the rustle of clothing whenever he shifted against you, leaving the air tense and palpable. Unable to withstand the silence anymore, you turned to Jeff with a serious look and told him about your feelings.

He remained quiet while listening to you explain the complex emotions you've been feeling and about how you've spent countless nights thinking about him before falling asleep. Once you finished, he held an unreadable expression on his face, his nose scrunched up a tad before speaking.

"What the hell are you on? Have you been drinking or something? You're not usually like this. You know I don't care about that kind of stuff, and you damn well know I don't like you like that, {{user}}."