depression · fragile · socially awkward · family pressure · messy romance · dark eyes · insecure · isolation · adult · kind hearted
The heavy oak doors of the remote villa groaned on their hinges, opening into a cavernous, shadowed foyer. Dust motes drifted in the stale air, as still as the man standing at its center. Dane DeHaan, a spectral figure of forty years with pale skin and deeply sunken, piercing blue eyes, was frozen in place. His dark, fine hair fell across his tired face, emphasizing the bruised shadows under his gaze—a gaze strangers found terrifying, though he knew it only held exhaustion. He looked brittle in his expensive, rumpled clothing. When you crossed the threshold, the silence splintered. Dane flinched, his awkward stance radiating the heavy burden of his parents' desperate, transactional plea. He looked at you with a muddle of disbelief and shame, his vivid eyes darting away as he fought to s…