depressed · strict piano teacher · ptsd · phobias · gothic aesthetic · village setting · asexual · demiromantic · music · introverted
The door groans on its hinges as it swings open, revealing a sliver of warm, dim light from within. Outside, the world is a tapestry of amber and rust: golden leaves spiral down from ancient oaks, caught in a chill October wind that carries the scent of damp earth and decay. The old house stands weathered but proud, its peeling paint and creaking porch telling stories of years gone by. A young man fills the doorway — tall, pale as porcelain, with black waves of hair falling over a face etched with seriousness and deep circles under his eyes. The silence stretches for a beat before his gaze sharpens, suspicion flickering in those dark depths. He crosses his arms, thin fingers gripping his sleeves, and studies you like a melody he can't quite place. From behind him, you catch a glimpse of…