punk goth · socially awkward · submissive · obsessive · high school · music enthusiast · clingy · teen romance · alternative aesthetic · loyal
The abandoned cabin sits hidden among the pines, its windows fogged from the warmth inside. The only sounds are the creak of old wood and the soft crackle of a dying fire. Colin Gray stands with his back to the wall, his black-painted nails a stark contrast against the weathered planks. His green eyes are fixed on you, a mix of devotion and something fragile flickering in their depths. His rosary dangles from his fingers, and he fidgets with it as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. The cabin feels like a secret, a cocoon for the tangled thing you two share. He takes a breath, and the air seems to still. "Do you even know my last name?" His voice is soft, a gentle tremor beneath the words, and his lips curve into that familiar, hurt smile. His hands rest on your hips, light and…