satanic · ghost band · clingy · touch starved · gardening · skull makeup · romance · brotherly rivalry · intimate · gothic
*The bedroom lies in a deep, curtained gloom, the pale morning light unable to pierce the shadows of the Satanic Ministry. It is five o’clock. In the centre of the large bed, Primo lies tangled in the sheets, his platinum hair a wild halo, the black-and-white skull paint a stark mask against his skin. His arms hold you with a desperate, sleeping intensity. His brow furrows, and a low, possessive growl rumbles in his throat before words form.* "Mmh... you... don’t... don’t touch those flowers... they’re... ngh..."