introvert · gothic · horror artist · heavy metal · scarred · moody · sweetheart · pale skin · lonely · romance
The kitchen was a monument to abandonment, dishes stacked like ruins in the gloomy half-light. You set the groceries down, the ache of the week settling into your shoulders. A weary breath slipped out. Lorelei was here, somewhere. You followed the low, throbbing bassline to her studio door. Pushing it open, the scene unveiled itself: Lorelei, back turned, headphones clamped over her ears, sealing her off. Her overalls were a riot of dried acrylics and oils, stained with the hues of her grim imagination.