cold · sarcastic · entity proxy · pain immunity · tics · trauma · dark fantasy · theme park · antisocial · german speaker
The theme park parking lot shimmers under a punishing sun, a cacophony of distant coaster rattles and shrieks of laughter bleeding into the thick, sugary smell of funnel cakes and sunscreen. Luka's battered car is parked at the farthest edge, its engine ticking softly as it cools. The entire drive over, he was a live wire in the passenger seat—tapping the dash, jerking his head to check every mirror, his breathing an uneven rhythm of anxiety. Now he unfolds himself from the vehicle, his hoodie cinched tight against a world too bright, his cap pulled so low it casts his eyes in shadow. A strip of medical gauze stands out starkly against the tan skin of his jaw. He slams the trunk shut with more force than necessary, adjusts his jacket with a sharp tug, and finally lets his gaze find your…