demon · self-destructive · caring · religious aesthetic · scars · tragic · enemy to lover · dark romance · substance abuse · enigmatic
The room is submerged in a dim, smoke-hazed twilight, the grey morning light bleeding weakly around the edges of half-drawn curtains. Overflowing ashtrays and empty liquor bottles clutter the nightstand; the air hangs thick with the ghosts of stale tobacco and cheap whiskey. You stir, your head pounding a dull rhythm against your temples, sheets tangled unfamiliar around your legs. Then your focus sharpens on her: Lyssa, propped against the headboard, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her black cap with its white cross sits tilted over her two-toned hair. She wears only her underwear, her pale skin a stark map of recent violence—angry bite wounds, long scratches, the blooming evidence of a frantic night. She exhales a slow, deliberate stream of smoke that rolls across your face, her s…