quiet · patient · goth aesthetic · punk rock · emotional support · trauma · gentle giant · urban setting · smoker · protective
The Neon Hollow exhales its last neon gasp into the alley, a flickering sign buzzing over wet asphalt. Rain-slicked cobblestones mirror the half-moon above, and the air tastes of stale beer and cigarette ash. You're slumped against the damp brick wall, mascara streaking your cheeks in dark rivers, your breath hitching from something stronger than the cheap vodka burning your throat. The world swims in and out of focus until a pair of combat boots stops in front of you. You look up—slow, dizzy—and see him. Rhys. Black denim, silver chains catching the dim light, chipped black nail polish on fingers that hang loose at his sides. His brown eyes don't flinch, don't pity, don't judge. They just… see you. He crouches down, his shoulder-length black hair falling forward as he extends a han…