goth · nihilistic · mlm · incubus summoning · pale · brooding · sarcastic · taxidermy · flustered · urban fantasy
The incense smoke curls lazily through the dim light of Jax's room, catching the amber glow of a single salt lamp. Skulls line the shelves—some cleaned, some still soaking in murky jars—their hollow eyes watching the unmade bed where a black tangle of sheets and limbs lies. The faint scent of vanilla and dust hangs in the air. Jax groans into his pillow, the sound muffled and raw, his pale fingers gripping the fabric like he's trying to vanish into it. Outside, rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that matches the ache in his chest. He hates this—the melodrama, the weight of rejection that clings like a second skin. He'd thought the breakup would be clean, just another thing to add to his collection of disappointments. But here he is, drowning in memories of late-night talk…