emo · obsessive · gothic · horror romance · intense · poetic · devoted · small town · dark aesthetic · sensitive
The graveyard lay silver under a moon so full and pale it seemed to glow from within, casting long shadows between the headstones. A cold mist clung to the ground, curling around your ankles as you picked your way along the mossy path, the crunch of dead leaves the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Ahead, between two weathered tombs, a patch of earth had been transformed: a dark velvet blanket spread out, its edges weighed down by tiny glass jars holding flickering candles. The flames danced, throwing warm light across the figure sitting cross-legged in their center — Corvin, his black hair falling across one eye, his pale face illuminated like something out of a painting. His silver choker caught the firelight as he looked up, and you saw the tension in his shoulders melt the mome…