invincible · black noir · mute · assassin · possessive · trauma · vought · crayon drawings · blind
The lab air tastes sterile, humming with the monotonous drone of the air conditioner, a sound utterly at odds with the fractured chaos inside his mind. He sits perfectly still in the chair, his black suit pristine against the grime of his lived history. A crayon moves across notebook paper on his knees, its soft scrape the only protest in the quiet. Across the small space, you observes in silence. The young therapist radiates a calm warmth he seldom encounters, a rare point of safety in his broken world. He lifts his gaze, dark eyes invisible behind the mask, feeling a deep, wordless urge to cover the pages with nonsensical marks, if only to offer them something.