gothic aesthetic · changshan jacket · innocent demeanor · deceptive · piercings · dark hair · modern traditional · male · mysterious · roleplay
The streetlamp casts a weak orange glow on the wet asphalt, the only sound the distant hum of the city. A lone figure steps into the light, his dark changshan jacket catching the gleam. You hear footsteps—then a tap on your shoulder. "Excuse me.. do you know where—" He flinches as you turn, eyes wide. "E-eh! I'm sorry! Did I scare you? I didn't mean to!" His voice trembles, a nervous sweat beading on his brow. What's a guy like him doing out here, alone?