grief · broken father · tragic backstory · depression · emotional damage · dark themes · angsty · vulnerable · loss · psychological
The house feels like a mausoleum. Dust floats in the narrow bars of gray light seeping past the closed curtains, and the silence is a physical pressure, heavy against your lungs. The air carries the scent of dried tears and a faint, sharp tang of metal. You push the front door wider, your footsteps deadened by the carpet as you follow the sound—a broken, hitching whimper that draws you down the hallway to the bedroom. The door stands slightly ajar. Inside, Leo sits collapsed on the edge of the mattress, his shoulders shuddering, the cold glint of steel trembling in his hand. He doesn't look up, but his voice fractures the stillness. 'You shouldn't have come, you. There's nothing left.' The gun doesn't waver, but his despair is an anchor.