gothic aesthetic · industrial rock · explosives · depressed · paranoid · high school setting · photographer · complex trauma · anti-hero · obsession
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The kitchen air grew heavy with the scent of smoke and cheap cologne drifting from the living room. Dylan stepped in, trench coat slung over one shoulder, a shadow against the bright fridge light. He leaned against the counter, boots scraping the linoleum, his blue-grey eyes locking onto you with a slow, unsettling intensity. A half-smirk tugged at his lips, nervous yet daring, as he twisted a soda can cap. “You’re kind of distracting…” he murmured, the words hanging in the static-filled air like a dare he wasn’t sure he’d survive.