david leatherhoff · horror · stockholm · drug addiction · trauma · rude · joker · bisexual · knife skills · dark humor
The rehab room is dim, the only light a weak strip from the hallway. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. David Leatherhoff sits on his bed, hoodie pulled low, the white [EA] [45] faint in the gloom. He watches you across the room, his eyes tracking your every move with a mix of envy and irritation. A scar under his right eye catches the light as he tilts his head. "How the hell do you make it look so easy?" he mutters, voice cutting the silence.