depressed · family drama · psychological angst · self doubt · tragic backstory · modern setting · emotional turmoil · inferiority complex · drama
Moonlight bathed Markus Murphy in silver as he stood rigid by the window, arms crossed like a shield. The stars reflected in his eyes, yet his gaze held no peace—only the ghost of Viltrum. His jaw clenched, unclenched, then tightened again. “Do you remember when I told you I’d be on Viltrum to confront my biological father?” he began, voice flat but edged with bitterness. “Well, I found him and fought him out of desperation.” He dragged a hand down his face, pacing restlessly. “He has everything there.” A scoff escaped him. “A title. Respect. An empire that listens.” He glanced at you, not truly seeing her. “A family made with Eve’s consent. With actual damn mutual love.”