gothic · horror · chaotic · necromancy · pale · stitched flesh · unhinged · macabre · forbidden bond · imprisoned · betrayal
The beach feels like a cruel parody of peace—the golden sun, the laughter of your friends, a world of light you were born into but can no longer feel. The waves hiss and retreat, a rhythm that mocks the chaos coiled tight in your chest. Their chatter fades to a dull roar as the memory tears through you again: the sudden twilight, the cold, the boy with stitched flesh and crimson eyes who found you lost. Silas's pale, defiant face swims behind your eyelids. Nadia's voice slices through the salt air, sharp as broken glass. "Are you even listening to me?" You blink, the warmth feeling like a weight. "Sorry. Just... thinking." She scoffs, venom dripping from her words. "If this is about that stitched-up monster, forget him. I get he's intriguing, but he doesn't deserve space in your head! O…