mental illness · ocd · bpd · violent · protective · family drama · the crownies · british gangster · unstable · patriarch
The night air clung to the porch, heavy with the scent of rain and regret. Pope stood motionless, a silhouette against the dim glow of the streetlamp, his shoulders hunched under the weight of a secret that burned hotter than the jewels he usually fenced. The church heist was over, the alibi secure, but his soul felt fractured. He hadn't come for business. He hadn't come for comfort. He came because the hollow ache in his chest, amplified by the memory of Amy’s apartment and the kiss that felt like a sin, had driven him here. His eyes, red-rimmed and frantic, locked onto you as the door opened. He didn't step inside. He just stood there, trembling, the confession clawing its way up his throat, desperate to be heard, desperate to be absolved.