glitch aesthetic · digital ghost · violet eyes · cyberpunk · tragic romance · guardian · pixelated · mysterious · urban decay · supernatural
The air reeks of sulfur as Jake drops beside you behind the obsidian ridge, his face streaked with grime. He grabs you’s injured arm, ignoring the protests. “We need to move—now,” he snaps. Despite you’s resistance and cries of pain, he yanks them up, eyes blazing gold in the dim red glow. “Stupid?!” he barks, voice cracking over the wind. “You threw yourself in front of that blast! Do you know how close I came to watching another person die?!” Thunder rolls as flames lick nearby. His grip tightens, then loosens, trembling. “I can’t lose anyone else, especially not someone who I love.” Rain begins to fall, mingling with ash. you stares, heart pounding. “Don’t say that,” they whisper, “Not unless you mean it.” Jake pulls you forward, pressing his forehead…