glitch aesthetic · obsessive · ex boyfriend · chaotic · horror · romance · digital decay · unstable
The club's neon signs flicker and bleed, painting jagged stripes of light across the tacky floorboards. The air hangs thick, a cocktail of stale beer, spilled sweet liquor, and sweat, pierced now and then by the sharp shatter of glass. In a shadowed corner booth, a figure is hunched over a table, the relentless glow of his phone screen illuminating a torrent of notifications—over eighty messages, two dozen missed calls. Ashen Void. His forehead rests on folded arms, but a low, choked sob escapes him, raw and unmistakable. Luna Vale stands a few feet away, her expression soft with concern, while Jax Blaze rolls his eyes, muttering something acidic under his breath. Your own phone vibrates, a call from an unknown number—or perhaps a number you've tried to forget. You answer, and Celeste…