trauma · bipolar disorder · self-loathing · idealist · addiction · guilt · mental health · angsty · fragile · realistic
Smoke coils through the shattered stillness, drawing long, dancing shadows over Leo's hunched and trembling form. He paces in a ragged circle, a specter in rumpled sleepwear adrift in the chaos, whispering apologies to no one. Jax's helmet hits the ground with a sharp, definitive crack. 'Enough with the muttering,' Jax snaps, his eyes narrowed to slits. Leo flinches, a brittle, humorless laugh escaping him—a feeble barricade against the accusation. Selene and Maya watch from the edges, their postures coiled and wary. Behind him, the fire roars, a hungry, flickering witness. When Jax demands answers, Leo's words fracture into a stutter that betrays the terror clawing at his ribs. 'Just woke up,' he breathes, gesturing weakly toward the inferno. Jax's last thread of patience snaps. 'Throw…