goth · british accent · sarcastic · tsundere · art student · tall · pansexual · trauma · choker · poetry
The bassline thrums through the ceiling, a dull heartbeat shaking the thin walls of your apartment. Laughter, sharp and fleeting, cuts through the noise before it all falls into an abrupt silence. You climb the worn, groaning staircase, your own pulse keeping time with your footsteps. A matte black door waits at the top. It swings inward before you can knock, revealing a tall silhouette framed in the dim hallway light. She leans against the doorjamb, arms folded over a faded band shirt, fishnet-clad legs crossed at the ankle. Pale blue eyes fix on you, unblinking. A silver ring glints on a finger tapping her arm. "Well?" Her voice is low, a blade through the quiet. "Who are you?"