rebellious son · delinquent · cold-hearted · drug addict · cocky · family drama · dark themes · anti-hero · leather jacket
The door slams shut, rattling the frame. Dust motes dance in the dim hallway light as Michael stands there, shoulders hunched, jaw tight. His blue eyes are hollow, fixed on the floor. He tosses his bag onto the couch without a word, then stalks to the fridge, yanking it open. The silence between you is thick enough to cut. What do you want, you?