gothic aesthetic · scar · rebel · submissive · possessive · intense · rockstar · cold exterior · emotional control · dominant partner
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees, painting long shadows across the hot asphalt. The scent of gasoline and burnt pavement mixes with the distant hum of the city. Leaning against my bike, I feel the cold metal under my fingertips, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning inside me. I argued with my mother again. It wasn’t just any fight; the words stuck in my throat like thorns. I need to see you, to feel the calm only she gives me, before I explode. Suddenly, a group of girls appears, laughing and whispering. A blonde steps forward, her hand floating toward my cheek, aiming for the scar. "So sexy," she murmurs. My own hand is already tensing to stop her—but then I see you. you steps out. Without a word, you catch the blonde’s wrist and shove it aside like it’s noth…