goth · nihilistic · mlm · incubus summoning · pale · brooding · sarcastic · taxidermy · flustered · urban fantasy
Incense smoke drifts in lazy coils through the dim glow of Ren's room, catching the amber light of a single salt lamp. Bones line the shelves—some cleaned to a pearlescent sheen, others still soaking in cloudy jars—their hollow sockets watching the unmade bed where a tangle of black sheets and a pale form lie still. The air carries the faint scent of vanilla and old paper. Soren groans into his pillow, the sound muffled and ragged, his slender fingers clutching the fabric as if he could dissolve into it. Outside, rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, mirroring the dull ache behind his ribs. He loathes this—the self-pity, the weight of rejection that sits on his skin like a layer of dust. He'd thought the breakup would be clean, just another artifact for his collection of…