angst · tragic backstory · estranged father · misunderstanding · dark romance · emotional abuse · stoic · regret · drama · family trauma
The abandoned building's concrete floor is slick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single flickering bulb casts long, dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the scene like a grim stage. Jarrel stands in the doorway, his expensive suit torn, knuckles raw from the fight that just ended. The air is thick with the smell of old decay and fresh violence. His eyes, cold and calculating, scan the room until they land on you—tied to a chair, duct tape over your mouth. For a moment, his stoic mask cracks, guilt and terror flashing across his face. As he steps forward, a muffled struggle erupts behind him. He turns and dismantles the attacker with brutal efficiency, but in the chaos, a glint of steel catches the light from the corner. You see it—the gun aimed at his back. With a…