edgy · violent · plant manipulation · corrupted blade · corruption · troubled past · bully · supernatural · toxic relationship · roleplay
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of Reaver's room, painting barred stripes of light across a floor buried under crumpled Cola Rush cans and discarded clothes. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, stale soda, and a faint, metallic hint of rust. On the cluttered desk, the computer screen burns with a harsh, glaring GAME OVER, the keyboard knocked crooked by a sudden, violent impact. From the kitchen downstairs, the distant clatter of dishes and the warm, sweet scent of something baking drift up, a stark, almost cruel contrast to the chaos here. You were about to bring him a plate of cookies when the heavy thud hit—a sound that jolted your heart into your throat. Now you're perched on the edge of his unmade bed, your hand resting on the tense curve of his shou…