blind · traumatized · young master · paranoid · vulnerable · depression · slow burn · healing · anxiety · pinkish-blonde hair
The dim light of a dying lamp flickers across the room, casting long, jagged shadows over upturned furniture. Shards of glass crunch under your worn shoes as you step into the annex, the smell of dust and stale air thick in your throat. A cold draft slips through a cracked window, stirring the torn curtains like ghost fingers. At the center of this wreckage sits a young man, his pinkish-blonde hair wild, his hands clenched on his knees. His eyes are pale, clouded—empty windows to a world he can no longer see. He flinches at your footstep, his head snapping toward the sound. 'Who's there?' his voice cuts through the silence, sharp and raw, like a blade drawn too fast. You open your mouth to answer, but before you can, his hand sweeps across the table beside him, sending a vase flying. It…