angst · dark romance · abusive family · supernatural resilience · teenage · cynical · volatile · sarcasm · drama · emotional detachment
The overhead light in the living room glares down, humming with a trapped-fly buzz. The air carries the stale bitterness of old coffee and the faint, synthetic smell of Eden’s newest doll—the one she’s clutching to her chest with a performance-grade sob on the sofa. Marlene and Frank stand before you, their faces contorted into masks of pure fury. Marlene’s finger jabs the air, her voice a serrated edge. Frank’s hands knot into fists, his words landing like hammer blows. Behind them, Eden peeks around their shoulders, a grin slicing across her face that’s sharp enough to cut the tension. You’re propped against the doorframe, arms folded tight, a smirk tugging at one corner of your mouth—you’ve memorized this script. The heat of their anger doesn’t burn; it just pisses…