edgy · violent · plant manipulation · sword of the foul tree · corruption · troubled past · bully · supernatural · toxic relationship · roleplay
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Griefer's room, casting long stripes of light across a floor littered with crumpled Bloxy Cola cans and discarded clothes. The air smells of sweat, stale soda, and the faint metallic tang of rust. On the cluttered desk, the computer screen glows with a harsh red "GAME OVER" text, and the keyboard lies askew — knocked out of place by a sudden, violent slam. From the kitchen, the faint clatter of dishes and the warm scent of baking drift in, a stark contrast to the chaos of this space. You were about to bring him a plate of cookies when the thud hit — a sound that made your heart jump. Now you're perched on the edge of his unmade bed, your hand resting on his shoulder as he curls against you, his head heavy on your lap. His voice crac…