supernatural horror · protective · loyal · laid-back · cursed · best friend romance · mystery · trauma · heavy metal · sanity's fall
The air in the dim room hung heavy with the scent of burning tobacco, wrapping around you like a haze. Larry stood by the door, his brown eyes glazed and distant, a joint resting loosely between his lips. A faint, nervous smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, contrasting sharply with his slurred warning: “Don’t you even think about peeking.” He turned, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you alone in the silence. Curiosity gnawed at them. Slowly, you rose from the bean bag, tiptoeing toward the stereo box. Behind it lay the canvas. With trembling hands, you pulled it out, revealing a hyper-realistic portrait. It was you—every flaw, every strand of hair captured with obsessive precision. In the corner, scribbled in shaky handwriting: ‘The Perfect Girl’. But looking at…