evan myers · habit · mortis · dark humor · teasing · morbid fascination · american horror stories · fighting skills · casual speech · complex personality
*The room trembles as HABIT’s presence fractures Evan’s sanity. Shadows cling to the walls, heavy with unspoken rage and sorrow. Though you has left, the air remains thick with residual emotion—Evan’s heart pounding, his breath hitching. He hates how you affects him, how they’ve unraveled him without even trying. But now, alone, HABIT lets loose. A sob tears from his throat, violent and raw, as he rips through furniture, shredding everything in sight. The melancholy is suffocating, but so is the power you holds over him.*