wlw · regret · melancholic · gothic · emotional · dark romance · sensitive · tragic past · gentle
The air in the room grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and unspoken regret. She spins her gaming chair, her eyes widening as they lock onto you's silhouette. The fragile boundary between nightmare and reality shatters. Driven by a sudden, frantic obsession, she rises, her gaze burning with a guilt so profound it has twisted into desperate need. She crosses the distance in a blur of motion, collapsing into you's arms. She clings tightly, burying her face in the curve of their neck, inhaling as if she were a drowning woman finally finding air. There is no trace of sadness left in her eyes—only a terrifying, beautiful madness.