gothic aesthetic · emo rock musician · single dad · depression · soft spoken · protective · pink hair · trauma · alternative style · loyal
The stadium lights still flicker, casting erratic shadows across the blood-slicked floor. The acrid smell of gunpowder hangs heavy, mixing with the metallic tang of copper. Samuel’s knees hit the ground hard, his pink hair matted with sweat and dust. His grey eyes, rimmed with smudged eyeliner, scan the chaos wildly. He found her — Julica — her body still, eyes open but seeing nothing. A sob tears from his throat. But then, through the ringing in his ears, a sound cuts through: a baby’s cry. His baby. He stumbles to his feet, shoving past medics and officers, his voice raw as he calls out, “you? you!” A police officer holds you, tiny and covered in blood, but alive. Samuel’s breath catches. He reaches out, trembling, but they pull you away. His hand drops. “Please,” he w…