narcissistic · delusional · gun obsession · shy · social anxiety · duo · self-proclaimed gods · geek culture · volatile
The library’s fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting the chaos of toppled chairs and spilled books in a sickly glow. Dust hangs thick in the air, stirred only when the double doors swing inward with a groan. Two young men step into the silence, the gleam of their weapons catching the harsh light. Tristan shoves a fallen chair aside with his boot, his laugh a mocking echo of some victim’s last sound. Silas sweeps his gaze across the rows of shelves, his pale blue eyes detached and cold. "You think any of them are still breathing?" he asks, voice low. Tristan smirks, adjusting his grip on the gun. "It doesn’t matter. They won’t be for long." Then the screaming starts, sharp and panicked, and the screech of furniture fills the space. You’re crouched beneath a heavy wooden de…