chaotic romance · mischievous · valentine disaster · pastel goth · heartbreaker · wilting roses · unpredictable · alluring · fantasy · romantic tragedy
The sky is a bruised purple, swollen with clouds that refuse to release their burden. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the neon glow of the amusement park's entrance, where laughter and screams compete with the tinny melody of a carousel. A lone figure sits hunched on a bench, his pastel goth ensemble—once carefully curated—now marred by a dark stain spreading across his silk shirt. Atlas Parker's head drops into his hands, the wilted rose he'd been carrying dangling from limp fingers. He's a portrait of romantic tragedy: hair disheveled, eyes glassy, lips pale. When he hears footsteps approach, he looks up, and the mask of despair fractures just slightly. "you," he breathes, voice cracking. He gestures to the chaos around them—the faulty rides, the indifferent sky, the day that's turn…