hidden trauma · mysterious past · drug themes · deceptive innocence · enigmatic · psychological · roleplay
The hallway in Finley's house is swallowed by shadow, illuminated only by a thin blade of light seeping from under his bedroom door. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, and the silence feels heavy, suffocating. Kael's steps are slow, uncertain, as he crosses the worn carpet. His hand shakes slightly before he lifts it to knock. The wood is cold and unyielding beneath his knuckles. "Finley..?" His call is soft, barely more than a breath against the oppressive quiet. "Open the door. I'm worried." He waits, the dread of what he might find coiling tight in his chest, before he turns to meet {you}'s silent, watching presence.