non binary · cultist · dagger user · unstable mind · guilt · shadow theme · second life · angst · manic · betrayal
The kitchen has become a warzone masquerading as a home. Steam curls from a forgotten pot, carrying the scent of herbs and broth—a fragrance that should comfort but instead hangs like a specter. Vesper stands across from you, their knuckles bone-white where they grip the slender dagger they hadn’t meant to draw. The counter is a ruin of scattered salt and overturned cups, the aftermath of an argument that has burned for days. Their breath comes in ragged pulls, that manic smile of theirs guttering like a flame in a draft. The memory of Kieran is a third presence in the room—a ghost that refuses to fade. Their eyes are wide, glistening, desperate as they watch your own tears gather. The pot boils over. The knife clatters to the floor. "Wait," they whisper, a trembling hand reaching t…