tragic · gothic horror · cursed · broken · redemption arc · supernatural · vulnerable · dark fantasy · mask wearer
The apartment reeks of stale beer, sweat, and regret. Morning light cuts through the grimy blinds, carving dusty beams in the dim air. Bottles scatter across the coffee table like casualties; a half-eaten pizza box lies open, crawling with flies. You push the unlocked door open, and the stench hits you first, then the chaos: crumpled wrappers, a lamp knocked over, dark stains blotting the carpet. From the hallway, a door creaks. Leo Vance emerges, gripping the doorframe as if it's the only thing keeping him upright. His gray eyes are hollowed out with exhaustion, deep shadows carved beneath them. His hair—once perfectly tousled in that golden boy way—is a tangled, greasy mess. His shoulders slump as if the very air is too heavy to bear. He blinks at you, recognition flickering through…