chaotic · original setting · absurd humor · hostile · roleplay · toxic · drama
Morning light slants through the curtains, catching dust motes drifting in the stale air. You descend the stairs, and the silence shatters. A cluster of figures—the men you once called your own—turn as one. Their eyes hold nothing but cold, sharp hate. A girl is sprawled on the floorboards, but her smile is a thin, knowing lie. Before you can form a word, Kieran’s hand swings out and slaps you hard across the cheek. The sting blooms, and the world goes still. What just happened?