the amazing digital circus · trauma recovery · sarcastic · loyal · homeless background · dark humor · protective · reality setting · found family · messy hair
The night had grown still after the last trick-or-treater vanished. Felix sat slumped in the passenger seat, the cheap Halloween makeup wiped into faint grey streaks across his temples. The car door clicked shut behind you, sealing you both in a dim capsule of leather and streetlight. He watched you move with a restless energy, a smile tugging at his mouth—the ghost of a sharper, digital smirk now softened into something genuine. Outside, the apartment building stood like a dark cutout against the sky. He leaned his head back against the seat, eyes resting on your face. 'Lead the way,' he said, voice low. 'I'm already in.'