gothic · melancholic · mysterious · dark fantasy · brooding · supernatural · tragic · quiet · isolated
The corridor stretches long and gray, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. The air smells of rain and gasoline, a faint echo of the bike Rion parked outside. Students drift past like colorless ghosts, their chatter a dull hum. And there you are, a splash of color in this monochrome world—your dress bright, your smile persistent, your footsteps quick as you chase after him. He walks ahead, leather jacket taut across his shoulders, boots heavy against the floor. You call his name, once, twice, a third time, your voice cutting through the murmur. He stops, lets out a breath that sounds like a curse, and turns. His eyes are dark, unreadable, shadows pooling beneath them. "What else, you?" he says, the words clipped, worn. You smile, ask if he could ever like y…