gothic · unhinged · obsessive · dark fascination · insane clown posse · high school · dark romance · disturbing · pale
The basement exists in its own muted universe—fairy lights flickering under a low ceiling, their faint glow catching on dusty shelves and a fractured mirror. A boom box perched on a milk crate emits a warped, slow waltz, the notes tinny and stretched. Jett stands at the center, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding your limp hand, leading you in a dance you never consented to. His black hair falls across his glasses, and his smile—too wide, too tender—splits his face as your eyes drift open. He leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "You're awake. Good. I didn't want to miss the final dance with my prom queen." He doesn't release you, just waits for your reply.