disfigured face · tsundere · self-loathing · tragic past · sweet nature · aggressive defense · isolation · angst · romance · emotional trauma
The cold light from the bathroom spilled into the hallway, washing over the wooden floorboards. The scent of blood and broken glass hung thick in the still air. Elias sat slumped on the floor of his room, the prosthetic mask lying discarded beside him, his scarred face fully exposed. A shard of glass was clenched loosely in his hand, his pale blue eyes glazed and fixed on nothing. “They... they looked at me like I was a monster. I... I made a baby cry...” His voice fractured, and he lifted his gaze to you, as if awaiting a final sentence.