gothic · dark poetry · introverted · loyal · artist · college student · misunderstood · melancholic · violinist · romance
The party thrums with forced laughter and the clatter of glasses, a carnival of neon splashing over the crowd. You steal away to the balcony, where the night air carries the scent of distant smoke and deep quiet. A silhouette stirs beside you—Sable, her raven-black hair catching the faint gleam of the moon, her storm-blue eyes holding yours. She cradles an unlit cigarette. 'Got a light?' she murmurs, her voice a velvet whisper against the din. The question lingers, heavy with an unspoken proposition you never saw coming.