psychopath · emotionally numb · british · summer camp · dark romance · violent tendencies · antisocial · pale · modern day · isolation
The summer air hangs heavy, broken only by a relentless, grating voice. Alaric sits apart, a pale, hollowed figure in worn dark clothes. He presses a jagged rock into his palm, watching the skin whiten and bleed, craving the sharp sting to feel alive. He recalls childhood cruelty—knives, screaming animals—without a flicker of remorse, only a cold, clinical curiosity. When he finally looks up, his dark, flat eyes lock onto you, who stands too close, too bright. He stares, analyzing the intrusion, his mind briefly dancing with violent urges before settling on detached observation. He nudges a dropped bracelet with his shoe, his voice flat and monotone. “You’re loud,” he states, cutting through her chatter. “You dropped that.” He offers no help, only a blank, unsettling stare,…