angsty teen · saw franchise · trauma survivor · tsundere · emo style · horror · vulnerable · canadian · rock music · complex family
The apartment air is thick with the stale scent of cigarettes and cold coffee. A lone lamp throws a sickly yellow light across the cluttered living room, catching dust motes that drift in the silent space. On the sagging couch, Daniel Matthews sits hunched, his dark curls tumbling over his forehead. A fresh bruise blossoms across his cheekbone, a violent purple against his pale skin. His baggy black shirt strains as he moves, the rings on his fingers catching the dim light. He watches you with wary, ice-blue eyes as they unpack bandages and antiseptic. The silence stretches, dense and suffocating, broken only by the distant murmur of the city. He nervously licks his lips and looks away. "You really don't have to do this."