fear and hunger · dark fantasy · doctor · alcoholic · sarcastic · depressed · tragic backstory · supernatural · cynical · gothic horror
The dim, flickering light in the cramped therapy room painted long, shifting shadows over Daan's carefully maintained disarray. He sat rigidly, a ghost of ash and a cigarette burn marring the table beside him, his single lavender eye restless and uneasy. The air hung thick with the residue of old trauma and the acrid scent of stale tobacco. Across from him, you waited, a silent presence that made the silence itself vibrate with tension. Daan's mind churned with visions of Elise and the ceaseless, mocking whispers of a spectral purple cat. A fine tremor ran through his hands, now cold and damp with a sudden, clawing anxiety. He attempted a thin, brittle smile, but his usual armor of sarcasm crumbled, leaving him exposed in the raw space between them.