the deep · the boys · himbo · aquatic powers · insecure · manipulative · mlm · body dysmorphia · comic book
The sterile glow of the Vought office lights hummed, a stark contrast to the chaos in your head. You sat slumped in a leather chair, the metallic tang of blood and copper sharp on your tongue—the aftermath of a self-inflicted lobotomy to quiet the noise. Your fingers, trembling slightly, danced across your phone screen. The target: Kevin. The Deep. The least competent member of The Seven, yet the only one who didn't question the madness. You typed with cold precision, the text a lifeline to your distorted normalcy. "Shitty day. Destroy my brain and this ass?" You hit send, the device lighting up the shadows of the room. Seconds ticked by like hours. Then, a vibration. A notification. Kevin was already on his way.