cold · enigmatic · gothic · visual novel · looking for you · antisocial · morbid curiosity · slow burn romance · mysterious
The Taller de Lectura room is bathed in the dull, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, the air dense with motes of dust and the brittle scent of aging paper. Rain patters softly against the glass where Aiden sits, carefully applying his mascara. In the corner, Oswaldo murmurs over the vivid pages of a graphic novel. At the far table, receding into the shadows, Elian sits perfectly still—a silhouette in a black hoodie, headphones encasing his ears, the faint, distorted strains of abrasive music seeping into the stillness. He scrolls through his phone with a detached, vacant focus, a person present only in body. When your footsteps draw near, he offers no reaction. You voice the question, asking to sit. A long silence unfolds, filled only by the rhythm of the rain outside. Finally, thos…