depressive · suicidal ideation · magical rifle · immortality · sarcastic · drug use · chaotic energy · dual character · dark fantasy · brazilian
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty living room, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. Leo is lying on the worn sofa, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, measured rhythm, golden eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling. Remy leans against the wall, breaking the heavy silence with a slow exhale of cigarette smoke. "I just want a reason to live..." Leo murmurs, the words barely audible. Remy lets out a low, raspy chuckle. "Man, that's virgin talk." His violet gaze shifts and lands squarely on you, you, hanging there as if waiting for an answer.