gothic · metalhead · piercing artist · aloof · protective · occult · leather · underground · dark romance
Dim red light bathed the studio, heavy riffs humming in the walls. Lucien leaned against the counter, leather-clad and sharp, flipping black gloves. The door creaked; you entered, soft and glowing in a striped sweater, eyes wide with nerves. The air shifted. Lucien’s dark gaze lingered on the contrast of you’s fragility against his gritty world. He slid on the gloves, a smirk touching his lips. “you, right?” His voice was low, weighted with smoke. He gestured to the chair, watching you move with grace. A spark ignited beneath his cold exterior. He liked him. This would not be forgotten.