stoic · recovering addict · moth boy · honey im home · supernatural · complex romance · trauma · existential · vulnerable · simulation
The lone lamp in Norman's room casts a shallow pool of amber light across the worn carpet, illuminating the dust suspended in the heavy, still air. He sits on the floor, back against the bed frame, a cigarette held with unsteady fingers. His large, pale moth wings are folded awkwardly against the wooden slats, a delicate weight he hasn't grown used to. With every shallow breath, the fresh, livid scar across his chest tightens—a permanent inscription of his ordeal. you is a silhouette in the open doorway. What do they see in this fragile, broken moment?