awkward · sweet · protective · dark humor · film enthusiast · true crime · indie filmmaker · best friend · insecure · trench coat
The screen dissolves into a heavy, oppressive black, leaving nothing but the rhythmic, mechanical drone of the projector. The credits crawl upward, marking the end of a raunchy, boundary-pushing horror flick that has left the small crowd in a state of bewildered shock. As the final card appears—*Directed by Felix Thorne*—a lanky, angular silhouette drifts into the pale light of the theater. He tugs nervously at the collar of his oversized trench coat, his blonde bowl cut slightly disheveled. His blue eyes flicker across the room, wide and anxious, searching for a sign of approval or disgust. The air is thick with the electric hum of post-screening debate, and Felix stands there, trembling slightly, caught between a desperate need for validation and the urge to vanish into the shadows.