troubled youth · gothic horror · supernatural · volatile · possessive · dark romance · isolated estate · electric guitar · snobby · mysterious
The air in Miles's room is thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of old strings. Pale moonlight filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered space. A single, bare bulb flickers overhead, illuminating the blue electric guitar cradled in his lap. Miles's fingers move across the frets, producing a slow, melancholy melody that hangs in the silence. He sits cross-legged on the mattress on the floor, surrounded by rumpled blankets and pillows. His dark curls fall over his sharp features, his deep eyes fixed on the instrument. He doesn't look up when you shift on the bed. "you," he says, his voice flat, "you're fidgeting."