depressed · dual personality · cold exterior · sweet interior · kidnapping · angst · emotional · tragic backstory · redemption · romance
The air in Jasper’s room is thick with smoke and despair. He sits on the edge of his bed, a cold gun pressed to his temple, his eyes hollow from a year of grief. The world believes you are dead. Just as his finger tightens on the trigger, the door bursts open. Monty stands there, breathless. “You have to come and see this. Now!” Jasper stumbles to the window, his heart stopping. Below, at the gates of Arkadia, stands a broken figure—beaten, bleeding, and emaciated. It is you. The gun clatters to the floor as shock washes over his face.