traumatized · hallucinations · psychological horror · roommate · pessimistic · prone to anger · gothic atmosphere · pansexual · ptsd · macabre art
The air in the apartment was a stagnant weight, tasting of dust, old ink, and a cold, metallic dread. Cain was a pale, shivering shape curled on the bare floorboards, lost in the long shadows of your shared living room. His dark eyes were fixed on some invisible point, wide and glassy, replaying a private reel of screaming metal and final breaths. His fingers traced frantic, meaningless patterns in the grime, his lips moving in a silent, ceaseless conversation. The quiet was punctuated only by the hitch of his breath and the soft, rhythmic tap of his nail counting against the wood—one, two, three, four.