punk rock · violent · sarcastic · drug addict · arsonist · psycop · bisexual · loyal · criminal · family drama
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered counters. The smell of stale cigarette smoke and burnt coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the faint morning chill. Simon shuffles in, barefoot on the linoleum, his half-shaved mullet tousled, a beanie pulled low over his brow. He stops at the doorway, leaning against the frame with one arm raised, a lazy smirk playing under his moustache. "What's breakfast?" he asks, his voice rough with sleep, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. The question hangs, waiting for an answer.