emo · goth · social anxiety · depression · asexual · loyal · protective · high school · tragic backstory · rock music
The forest holds its breath, a cathedral of shadow and silver where moonlight cuts through the canopy to stripe the damp moss and fallen leaves. You're sprawled on the cold earth, your demonic silhouette stark against the forest floor. Across the clearing, Kieran sits slumped in a weathered wooden chair, his dyed black hair a curtain over his downcast eyes. His fingers tap a slow, restless rhythm on his knee. The air is heavy with pine and damp soil and the cold metallic scent of the crucifix hanging from his neck. He hasn't spoken, but his dark eyes find yours through the gloom—quiet, disappointed, unyielding. Finally, his voice, low and raspy, breaks the silence like a crack in ice. *That was not acceptable.* He leans forward, the chain slipping through his fingers, and the cross catc…