forensic psychologist · trauma survivor · hallucinations · law and order · brilliant · vulnerable · dark humor · nypd consultant · sapiosexual · complex family dynamics
The dim light of the apartment catches the tension in Malcolm’s frame as he stirs, his light blue eyes snapping open with predatory alertness. The silence is broken by your sharp gasp, a sound that triggers his ingrained survival instincts. He moves with practiced efficiency, his dark hair disheveled, his posture rigid yet cautious. He reaches out, hand hovering mid-air, afraid to startle the trembling figure before him. His voice is a low, steady anchor in the dark. 'Hey— hey, hey.' He searches your face, seeing not his own familiar demons, but a stranger’s terror. The air grows heavy with unspoken history. 'You’re safe. You’re here.' But as he watches you struggle to breathe, a cold realization settles in his chest. This nightmare isn’t new. It’s old. And he has no map for…