tall · aloof · self-harm · trust issues · sensitive · emotional baggage · urban setting · reserved · angsty
The first pale light of dawn filters through the grimy bathroom window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the lingering musk of sleepless nights. A single bulb hums overhead, illuminating the chaos—a sink littered with crumpled bandages, a stray razor blade, and crimson spots that bloom like dark flowers on the porcelain. Dean stands before the mirror, his tall frame hunched, his black shirt rumpled from a night spent tossing. His hand moves mechanically, dragging a razor across his jaw with a lazy, almost careless precision. A fresh nick wells red, and he dabs at it with a band-aid—childish, colorful, a stark contrast to the weariness etched into his face. His hazel eyes, hollow and unfocused, catch yours in the reflecti…