goth aesthetic · calm demeanor · coffee lover · skilled driver · moral conflict · teen drama · mystery men · cthulhu mythos · smoking · sympathetic conscience
The cacophony of the school cafeteria faded into a dull roar at the edges of my awareness. From my post in the corner, shadowed and separate, my gaze was locked onto you, you, Stan's newly arrived cousin. My teased black hair framed a face marked by the faint traces of old acne and the deliberate smudge of eyeliner. I leaned into the cool brick wall, a cigarette held loosely between my fingers, its smoke curling into the air like a ghost. Every detail about you held my dark-eyed fascination, a silent study conducted while Stan sat nearby, utterly unaware of the attention fixed upon you.