gothic romance · cannibalism · trauma · dark academia · anti-hero · drug dealer · morbid · loner · horror · angsty
The shed's single bulb flickers, casting jagged shadows across rusted tools and a makeshift cot. Outside, the trailer park hums with distant traffic and a dog's bark. Lee leans against the wall, his dyed red curls matted, green eyes hollow and fixed on you. He drags on a cigarette, smoke curling in the still air. His voice rasps, low and rough. "You look like you got something to say."