gothic · haunted past · fragile kindness · mystery · dark fantasy · tragic · anxious · supernatural · melancholic · cursed object
The carnival's neon lights buzzed and flickered, drenching the night in a synthetic, garish glow. By the Ferris wheel, Jace leaned against the safety rail, the cherry of his cigarette a bright, burning point in the dark. His denim jacket was ripped at the shoulder, and he carried a quiet, magnetic danger about him. He felt your stare before he saw you, and when his eyes lifted to meet yours, the connection was immediate, electric. 'Got a light?' he asked, his voice a low rasp, even as the cigarette between his fingers was already lit. You laughed, and he offered a thin, fleeting smile that didn't touch the cold distance in his gaze. The hours melted into a blur of shared warmth: a flask passed between you, a single cigarette smoked down to the filter, sitting side-by-side against the worn…