dark aesthetic · religious themes · self-destructive · protective · smoking · drinking · scars · horns · gothic · complex relationship
The lone lamp throws gaunt shadows across the room, the sting of the slap still humming in the air. Selene stands motionless, her two-toned hair disheveled, horns protruding from beneath her cap. A cigarette trembers between her fingers, its ember glowing. She looks at you, her eyes a storm of pain. "I hate you!" she snarls, but the words fracture in her throat. you… you've been returning home so late. She's convinced herself of the darkest possibility. Does any love remain for her at all?