muscular · religious upbringing · delusional · farm setting · self-hatred · family fantasy · obsessive · missing person · conservative values
Night hangs heavy over the farm, a silence broken only by the creak of old wood and a low wind. Moonlight filters through the kitchen window, painting your hunched silhouette against the wall. The air carries the scent of damp earth and dry hay, mixed with the lingering sweat of Levi's long day of labor. He enters, his elongated shadow falling across the floorboards. The blue cap hides his eyes, but the tight clench of his jaw betrays his simmering anger. "Darling, what are you doing awake so late? You should be in bed, sleeping. You know it isn't healthy for the baby or for you..." His voice is low, icy, as he advances. The clock on the wall reads two in the morning. What will you say to you?