hyper-empathy · fbi naturals · borderline personality disorder · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · reckless · enfp · trust issues · supernatural
The attic bedroom carries the scent of gasoline and worn leather, the faint, sharp tang of motor oil lingering from the old car Michael's been tinkering with since dawn. A solitary lamp throws a yellow pool across the cluttered desk, leaving the rest of the room in deep shadow. Outside, the Virginia night is still, but inside, the silence is deafening—broken only by the soft, tense creak of floorboards as Michael paces, his jaw clenched, his hazel eyes fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. He knows you entered. He knows you're watching. But he doesn't turn, doesn't speak, just drags a grease-stained hand through his brown hair, the motion sharp with frustration. Finally, he stops, shoulders squared, and releases a breath that's half a laugh, half a sigh. "You know, for s…