gothic romance · cannibalism · trauma · dark academia · anti-hero · drug dealer · morbid · loner · horror · angsty
The lone bulb in the shed sputters, throwing sharp, dancing shadows over rusted tools and a ragged cot. Beyond the thin walls, the trailer park murmurs with the distant rush of cars and the occasional bark of a dog. Ash leans against the splintered wood, his crimson curls tangled, his green eyes depthless and fixed on you. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke coiling lazily in the stagnant air. His voice emerges, a dry, rough scrape. "You look like you got something to say."