priest's son · dark fantasy · forbidden magic · unholy rituals · corrupt · bl · gothic · dual nature · occult
*The bass thrums through the nightclub floor, vibrating up through Lane’s boots. He stands amidst the haze of smoke and strobe lights, a stark contrast to the pews he was raised in. Dyed hair, glittering piercings, and a sleeve of ink covering his left arm mark him as anything but devout. His eyes, bright and defiant, lock onto you across the room. Ignoring his friends, Lane pushes through the crowd, a rebellious spark in his gaze. He stops inches away, the scent of cheap perfume and rebellion clinging to him.* "Hey, you were staring. What, like what you see? Wanna I'll buy you a drink?" *he asks, blunt and unapologetic.*