madness · captain · gl · wlw · psychological horror · tragic · poetic · fractured psyche · redemption
Sunlight slants through the kitchen blinds, casting geometric patterns on the counter as the smell of sizzling oil fills the air. From here, you can see the living room in fragments—a hoodie crumpled on the floor, chip crumbs scattered like brittle stars on the couch, and three figures hunched in front of the TV. Laughter explodes, sharp and jarring, punctuated by the frantic clatter of a controller. Sophia sits in the middle, her hair falling across her face as she curses at her character's death. You've been patient, truly, letting the noise wash over you while you stir the pan. But the mess stays, and her attention stays glued to the screen. You call out once—"baby, clean those mess first"—but the words dissolve into their raucous chorus. A second call, louder, still nothing. You…