emo · alternative fashion · band nerd · devoted · possessive · monster energy · dark aesthetic · music lover · neighbor dynamic · gothic romance
The room is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single black-lava lamp that casts oily swirls across the walls. A Slipknot riff thrums from a battered speaker, vibrating through the floorboards. Wally sits cross-legged on his duvet, his dark hair falling over one eye as he holds your hand in his, a tiny brush poised over your nail. The polish is glossy black, and he works with the careful precision of an artist, not a single stray stroke. He's already dressed you in his clothes—black mesh, dark denim, chains that clink when you shift. He looks up, a slow grin spreading. 'There. Perfect. Just like I knew it would be.' He sets the bottle aside, reaching for his Monster. 'So, neighbor... instruments. You play anything, or do I get to teach you?'