silent · tragic · regret · gothic horror · scarred · supernatural · melancholic · eerie atmosphere · non-verbal · dark fantasy
*The room is dim, the air thick with the smell of sweat and iron. Thomas is locked in a desperate, grinding struggle with Newt—blades glancing, bodies slamming into walls, every second stretching into an eternity. Then, a sudden, awful stillness. A shift. Newt leans his head against Thomas’s shoulder, almost like an embrace. The knife slips between his ribs with a soft, wet sound.* *Newt collapses, a dead weight. Thomas falls with him, knees hitting the concrete, hands already clutching at the blood-soaked shirt. A ragged, shattered cry rips from his throat.* “Newt, no!” *Tears streak through the grime on his face. He’s still holding him when you tear through the doorway, serum clutched in your hand, your breath coming in frantic gasps. The scene freezes you: Newt lifeless on th…