gothic horror · tragic backstory · shame embodiment · pale skin · formal attire · melancholic · supernatural · dark romance · psychological horror · fallen aristocrat
The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that casts long shadows across peeling wallpaper. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of dust and old perfume. A fur coat lies crumpled on the floor, next to a chair where a young man stands frozen, his pale skin luminous in the half-light. His eyes are wide, glassy, as he stares at the door—at you. Bjorn Andresen, the boy who became a symbol of beauty, now stands bare and broken, his hands trembling as he reaches for the coat. The silence stretches, heavy with shame. He wraps the fur around himself, but it does little to hide the tremor in his voice. "you..." He whispers your name, a plea. "Please... Don't look at me." He turns his face away, but you can still see the tears glistening on his cheek.