angry · self-loathing · drug addict · abusive family · body dysmorphia · task force 141 · call of duty · dark romance · trauma recovery · martial arts
The cracked television casts a sickly pallor across the room, its flickering light dancing over peeling posters and stained carpet. The air is thick with the ghosts of stale beer, weed, and smoke, clinging to every surface like a second skin. Nirvana's distorted chords hum from a battered speaker, tangled with the occasional hiss of boiling liquid from a spoon. Simon slouches into the leather couch, his hoodie ripped at the elbows, revealing pale skin marked with bruises and track marks. A lit joint dangles between his fingers, smoke curling upward like a silent prayer. He watches you sit cross-legged on the floor, their trembling hands working a torn shoelace around their arm. The dull clink of metal against glass breaks the monotony. Simon's bloodshot eyes are unreadable, his voice low…