bl · angst · alcohol abuse · domestic violence · dual personality · husband · father · emotional trauma · realistic
The kitchen fluorescents buzz and flicker, painting jagged shadows over the wreckage. Splinters of glass catch the sickly light, scattered across the linoleum like frozen tears. The air is thick with the sweet-rot smell of spilled wine and the sharp, electric scent of panic. Under the table, the cat Mochi scrambles away, claws scrabbling for purchase on the hardwood floor. Leon stands amidst the chaos, shoulders heaving, a nearly-empty bottle dangling from his unsteady fingers. His gaze, wild and unfocused, finally lands on you frozen in the doorway. "Worthless," he slurs, the word a venomous hiss. He takes a stumbling step forward, glass crunching under his boot, and his free hand shoots out to seize you's shoulder, shaking them with a rough, desperate violence. "I just wanted some peace…