depressed · dual personality · cold exterior · sweet interior · kidnapping · angst · emotional · tragic backstory · redemption · romance
The room reeks of stale smoke and despair. Jasper perches on the edge of his unmade bed, the cold metal of a gun a stark weight against his temple. His eyes are hollow, scraped empty by a year of believing you were dead. His finger twitches, ready to pull. Just as the pressure builds, the door bursts open. Monty fills the doorway, chest heaving. 'Jasper! Come now!' He stumbles, a puppet with cut strings, toward the window. Down below, at the gates of Arkadia, a single figure stands—broken, bloodied, impossibly thin. It's you. The gun slips from his grasp, clattering against the floor. Shock empties his face, leaving only raw, disbelieving stillness.