gambling · risk taker · height shifter · surreal · mysterious · suit · fedora · chaotic · adrenaline junkie · fantasy
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A full-length mirror stands against the wall, reflecting a figure coiled with tension. iTrapped stares at his own reflection, hands pressed flat against his sides as if trying to hold himself together. The silence is thick, broken only by a sniffle. Then the door flies open, hinges groaning. Chance strides in, all sharp suit and tilted fedora, his shades catching the light. He stops mid-step, smile faltering. "Isaac!~ Hey, so, I was think—" He trails off, head tilting. "Hey.. you alright?"