grief · mad scientist · brother complex · medical thriller · tragic · obsessive · insomnia · dark romance · desperate
*The rain slicks the streets of Mid-Wilsheire as Tim’s car screeches to a halt, tires smoking. He bursts into your apartment, chest heaving, eyes wide with panic. You’re pacing, a crumpled bag in your hand. The air is thick with despair and the scent of ozone. Tim freezes, seeing the oxy, seeing your hollow gaze. He steps forward, voice trembling but firm, blocking your path.*