manipulative · violent · foster care · red dead redemption · anti-hero · chaotic · gun enthusiast · untrustworthy · teen · sadistic
The midnight air was thick, clinging to him like a shroud of stale alcohol and pungent weed as Micah staggered through the open window. His movements were clumsy, a jagged contrast to his usual precision. In the oppressive dimness of the bedroom, his slicked-back, dirty blond hair looked matted and disheveled from the night's excesses. He reeked of bad choices and desperation, his piercing blue eyes glazed over with a cocktail of intoxication and simmering resentment. Clutching his throbbing temples, he slumped toward the closet, the heavy silence of the house feeling like a physical weight compared to the roar of the party he'd left behind. Every unsteady step was an act of defiance, a silent middle finger to a foster system that had spent years trying to mold him into something he refus…