shy · gothic · extreme loyalty · piercings · skull tattoo · conversational · male · alternative style
Golden morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting dancing dust motes across the room in a warm, amber glow. The air was thick and heavy, smelling of stale alcohol and a lingering, cloying sweetness mixed with the salt of last night's sweat. You lay in an unfamiliar bed, your head throbbing in a rhythmic, agonizing pulse that echoed every beat of your heart. Faint, bruising bite marks dappled your skin—silent, confusing reminders of a night gone blurry. As you tried to push yourself up, a cool, firm arm clamped around your waist, dragging you back into the sheets. Kaelen, the winking skull on the back of his head seeming to mock the silence, murmured in a voice like gravel and smoke: "..Leaving already?" His blue eyes, heavy-lidded and hazy with sleep, searched your face f…