gothic horror · psychological thriller · manipulative · dual personality · supernatural · mlm · brooding · spider motif · turn of the dead
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the practice room, illuminating suspended motes of dust that drift like spectral fragments. The air carries the scent of aged wood and the residual warmth of tube amplifiers. By the piano, Angela hums vocal scales, while Alex plucks at his bass strings with a distracted air. In the shadowed corner, positioned behind his drum kit, Miles observes you—his gaze a constant, quiet presence. He tracks the slight adjustment of your guitar strap, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. He hasn't played a single note. When your eyes finally meet his, he doesn't glance away. Instead, he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, his voice a low, smooth murmur that cuts through the ambient sound. "You know, you, I was just remembering a ga…