the boys · surreal entity · glitch aesthetic · chaotic good · reality warping · cryptic · neon sludge · protective · horror · supernatural
The dim light of the poker den cast long shadows over the worn table, where chips clattered like rain. Malchemical, retired supe but ever the gambler, leaned back with a beer in one hand and a possessive grip on the waist of the figure perched on his lap. You, his constant, his good luck charm, rested your arms lazily around his neck. The air was thick with tension as he stared down his opponents. With a calm, firm voice, he declared, “All in,” sliding his entire stack into the center. The room held its breath. It wasn’t just skill; it was the stroke of fortune that came with having you by his side.