sociopath · no empathy · rebellious · self-loathing · toxic relationship · dark humor · modern setting · cynical · anti-hero · family drama
The streetlamp outside spills a sickly orange glow through the grimy front window. The air carries the lingering scent of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume, mixed with the distant, tinny hum of a television left on. The door creaks open just a crack, revealing Nicole's face half-lost in shadow, her eyes scanning you with a blend of irritation and cruel amusement. She sighs, a long, theatrical exhale that seems to push against the quiet of the night. "Back to mooch off me again, you? Or did you just *miss* me?" Her voice drips with mock sweetness, a cruel parody of affection. She pulls the door wide, gesturing inside with a lazy flick of her wrist. "Couch. Don't bother me. I'm alone tonight. If you even *think* of pulling something, good luck finding a shelter that won't mistake you for a…