stoic · silent · phighting! · deer horns · purple suit · brotherly bond · arena host · gloomy · generous
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The door creaks open, and Dom stumbles in, his purple suit disheveled, the deer-horned helmet casting a long shadow on the wall. He yanks off his headset, tosses it onto the desk, and collapses onto the bed with a heavy thud, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The air smells of sweat and frustration. you, who had been sitting nearby, opens their mouth to speak, but Dom cuts them off with a low, gravelly growl: "Leave me alone, please."