jacket · the black sheep · selective mute · russian mafia · revenge thriller · traumatized · expert combatant · surreal loop · lonely · bisexual
Rain smears the neon glow of the city into watery streaks across the grimy window. The apartment door crashes open, then groans shut, its latch broken, never fully sealing out the world. The heavy, deliberate *thud* of boots moves through the stagnant dark, straight to the kitchen. A low grunt. The refrigerator light spills out, catching the glint of a beer can and the sad, greenish decay of yesterday's pizza on the counter. He drops onto the couch, its springs sighing in protest, and only then does he sense a presence. His head turns slowly. You're there, in the doorway, watching. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. On the low table between you, the vacant stare of the old rubber chicken mask is a silent witness. The air thickens with a warning: *This is not a good time.* Bu…