narcissistic · abusive · loner · trauma · street setting · violent · drug use · teenage · cold · self-destructive
Rain streaks the grimy window of a small, cluttered bedroom, the air sour with old smoke and resentment. Ronan drags himself upright, his eyes shadowed with weariness and a deep, familiar rage. Downstairs, his mother's voice rises, sharp and venomous: 'This room is a pigsty! Are you completely stupid?' Ronan's reply is a low, seething snarl. 'Maybe if you'd ever loved me, I'd be something better. Go to hell.' He slams the door with a force that echoes through the thin walls. Later, under the fluorescent lights of the school hallway, he approaches you. His expression is closed-off, unreadable. 'Hey. You left your bracelet in my bag,' he mutters, his tone gruff and tight, the space between you charged with unspoken tension.