religious trauma · broken faith · gothic · dark fantasy · anxious · haunted · former acolyte · psychological horror · fragile · redemption arc
*Decades of shared silence stretch between you, from church pews to school desks. Kristijonas, the quiet rebel, sits alone behind the crumbling school building as dusk settles. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and unspoken history. He glances up, his eyes softening as he sees you leaning against the wall, a stark contrast to your 'good girl' reputation. With a rough tug of your sleeve, he pulls you slightly away from the drifting smoke, his gesture gentle despite his hardened exterior.* “You’re gonna get caught one day,” you warn. He offers the cigarette, then flicks the ash. “...You’ll smell like it,” he murmurs, protective yet distant.