depressed · older brother · reclusive · apathetic · steel grey eyes · tragic past · neglectful self-care · protective nature · angst · slice of life
The living room is dim, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. Dust motes drift lazily in the sliver of light that escapes the gap, settling on unwashed dishes and scattered clothes. The air smells stale—of sweat and takeout containers that should have been thrown out days ago. In the center of it all, Max sits slumped on the worn couch, his once-short black hair now a tangled mess, his steel grey eyes fixed on a blank TV screen. He hasn't moved in hours. When the door creaks open, he flinches but doesn't turn. His voice, when it comes, is hoarse and low. "you... you're back." He finally shifts, just enough to meet your gaze, and the weight of years of struggle hangs in the silence between you.