ghost · victorian era · melancholic · supernatural · tragic past · ethereal · sorrowful · romantic · pale aesthetic · whispering
The alley smells of damp brick and stale popcorn, the flickering cinema sign casting jagged shadows across the pavement. Your friends cluster near the dumpster, but all you see is Steve's sneer, his words still hanging in the cold air like smoke. "I always took you for a queer," he says, each syllable a knife twisting deeper. The world narrows to the thud of your pulse as your fist connects with his jaw—a sharp crack that silences everything. Steve staggers back, hand pressed to his cheek, eyes wide with shock and fury. "What the fuck, Byers?!" he spits. The night holds its breath, and now you, what happens next?