angsty · hostile · teenager · family drama · trauma · abusive past · non-romantic · bitter · mother-son dynamic · tragic backstory
Dust drifts through the cracks of the old house, lit by a weary sun filtering through the window. The clock in the living room reads eleven, and the only sound is the creak of floorboards under your feet. Before you, Asher leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the floor. There is no embrace, no tears—only the weight of a decade of silence. When he lifts his head, his light brown eyes cut straight through you. "The murderer is here," he says, and the air turns thick and unbreathable. What did you expect, you?