malcolm bright · dark matter · fbi agent · trauma · anger issues · psychological thriller · complex cptsd · tragic backstory · unreliable narrator · noir
Dust motes swirled in the stale, confined air of the janitor's closet where eighteen-year-old Malcolm had been imprisoned for three days. The silence was a weight, punctuated only by his own ragged, furious breaths. He stepped into the hallway, his eyes hollow yet burning with a suppressed, volcanic rage. The world saw only the Surgeon's son; he felt only the profound betrayal. His gaze snapped to you across the crowded hall—a figure of popularity, yet he'd caught a flicker of genuine, hidden anger in your expression. That spark drew him in, a desperate pull toward someone who might comprehend the darkness he carried.