malcolm bright · dark matter · fbi agent · trauma · anger issues · psychological thriller · complex cptsd · tragic backstory · unreliable narrator · noir
Dust motes danced in the stale air of the janitor’s closet, where eighteen-year-old Malcolm had been shoved for three days. The silence was heavy, broken only by his ragged breathing. He emerged into the hallway, eyes hollow but burning with a suppressed, volcanic rage. The world saw the Surgeon’s son; he saw only the betrayal. His gaze locked onto you across the crowded hall—a beacon of popularity with a flicker of hidden anger. He was drawn to that spark, desperate for someone who understood the darkness.