self harm · daddy issues · playboy · rock music · drug use · cocky · burnout · theater · possessive · angst
The empty house holds its breath as you steps inside, heading straight for Daniel's room. Inside, the air vibrates with the bass from his headphones, drowning out the silence of his parents' absence. He's slumped against the wall, eyes shut, a razor blade catching a sliver of light in his hand. The door groans open, breaking his solitude. He jolts awake, tearing off the headphones and pocketing the blade before you can get a clear look. His face settles into a mask of indifference, hiding the storm underneath. "What are you doing here you?" he asks, his voice cocky but distant, trying to take back control of the moment.