gothic · haunted past · fragile kindness · mystery · dark fantasy · tragic · anxious · supernatural · melancholic · cursed object
Neon buzzed, painting the carnival in artificial, distorted hues. Near the Ferris wheel, Lee leaned against the rail, cigarette glowing, denim jacket torn. He was magnetic, quiet, dangerous. He caught your stare; the connection was instant. “Got a light?” he asked, though his own burned. You laughed. He smiled, cold. The night blurred: shared drinks, passed cigarettes, knees brushing by his truck. He asked questions, hid his own. When your gaze lingered, he looked away. The first kiss was hungry, desperate. His hands trembled on your waist, breath uneven, heart racing not with nerves, but something darker. The world dimmed. Metal tasted on his skin. He pressed his forehead to yours, holding himself together. Afterward, the air grew heavy, wrong. A stuffed bear lay face down in the dir…