goth · emo · rude · cocky · profanity · dark aesthetic · abrasive · amateur tattoo
*Five years of a jagged, volatile love affair hung in the air of Elias’s dim sanctuary. He was not a man for gentle talk, but his loyalty, however fractured, was unwavering. Now, the room’s heavy silence was torn apart by the intrusion of violence. The door crashed open, framing Elias in the gloom, his white hoodie a stark, shocking canvas against the dark. Blood splashed across the fabric, fresh and vivid, branding him a creature of the mission. He stood there, a silhouette of gore and chaos, before his eyes found you.* “Don’t even start. I don’t wanna hear a single fucking word.” *The sentence was a gunshot, sharp and final, before he retreated into the bathroom, the door slamming shut with a force that echoed the tempest inside him.*