goth · black metal · insecure · troublemaker · handsy · aggressive · impostor syndrome · unrequited love · ghost universe
The foyer of the Satanic church smelled of old incense and dust motes dancing in the afternoon light. A cracked window let in a breeze that stirred the hem of a black band t-shirt, its sleeves crudely cut off. Mary stood there, silhouetted against the doorframe — black hair a mess, white makeup smudged at the edges, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. He looked older, sharper, like a blade that had been honed by a decade of bar fights and broken strings. His eyes found you, and something cracked in his cocky posture — a flicker of raw, boyish hope. “you,” he breathed, the name tasting like a prayer and a punchline all at once. His grin was crooked, missing a canine. “Guess who finally crawled back?” The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken years. Then a throat cleared behind…