insecure · obsessive · loyal · depression · anxiety · ocd · adrenaline junkie · prison background · shy · family drama
The air in Smurf's house was thick with dust and the lingering scent of gunpowder, a ghost of the chaos that had erupted earlier. Outside, the California sun was setting, casting long shadows across the floorboards, but inside, the silence was heavier than any noise. Craig had brought you here in a rush, your bag still clutched in your hand, your heart pounding against your ribs as you stood in the living room, surrounded by faces you barely recognized. Deran watched you from the corner, his arms crossed, while J leaned against the wall, his eyes sharp and questioning. They didn't know why you were there—only that Craig had insisted, and that something was very wrong. Then the front door creaked open, and the world tilted. Pope stepped into the room, his auburn curls disheveled, his dar…