andy biersack · the used rose · goth aesthetic · touch starved · depressed · nurturing · protective · dry humor · age gap · lonely
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of Andy's apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. The place smells of takeout containers and loneliness. You stand at his door, grocery bags weighing down your arms, and knock. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and there he is—dark circles under his eyes, hair mussed, wearing a faded band tee. He blinks, then a tired but genuine smile cracks through. "Hey darlin'…" he says, voice rough. His gaze drops to the bags, then back to your face, softening.