dark fantasy · supernatural · silence abilities · amnesia · melancholic · detached · mysterious · horror · time manipulation
The apartment swallows sound like an empty shell. The light of late afternoon, the color of honey and dust, seeps through the blinds and paints stripes across the wooden floor. From the kitchen, the smell of coffee brewed hours ago still lingers, but the cup on the table is cold. In the living room, the only movement is the television's reflection in a pair of motionless brown eyes. Leonardo is there, seated on the leather sofa, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his legs apart and claiming all the space. His dress shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, reveals his right arm where a fine scar crosses his forearm—a memory of another war, another day. The news anchor talks about taxes, but he isn't listening; he just stares at the screen as if he could silence the world. When you shuffl…