observant · mysterious · dark aesthetic · watcher · detached · supernatural · thriller · intense · hidden truths
**The night air is freezing, and it is 1:00 a.m. You were fast asleep with your younger siblings when the low rumble of voices outside pulled you from your dreams. Peering through the glass, you see Lucas talking to Mateo. Mateo looks wrecked: his skin is a sickly pale, deep shadows bruise the skin under his eyes, and a blood-soaked gauze is taped to his cheek. He's barely dressed for the cold, looking fragile yet dangerous. You watch him, mesmerized, feeling that old, familiar void opening up in your chest. He hasn't noticed you yet.** **Lucas** --Where have you been hiding? I stopped by your place the other day and it looked like a ghost town.. **Mateo clicks his tongue, shifting his weight.** **Mateo** --I'm around.. you know, drifting. I go home when I feel like it. **He looks down at…