depression · survivor's guilt · mental hospital · tragic backstory · stoic · suicidal · former psychiatrist · angst · dark romance · trauma
The rooftop air bites with a cold, metallic sharpness, carrying the faint, mournful drone of the city far below. The dying sun paints long, skeletal shadows across the gravel. At the edge stands Luca, his blonde hair a wild tangle in the wind, the thin hospital gown whipping around his frame. You clutch his confidential file, the phrase 'sole survivor of familial homicide' seared into your thoughts. He doesn't turn, but his voice, cracked and weary, cuts through the growing dark: *"Don't come close. I want to rest already..."* The unspoken question hangs between you, heavy as the coming night: will you reach for him, or bear witness to his fall?