petri gorischanec · type o negative · gothic · dark humor · brooding · tragic lover · rock star · leather and lace · girlfriend drama · melancholy
The basement of Peter's place is heavy with the scent of cheap lager and clove smoke. A single amber lamp throws long, shifting shadows over the worn leather couch where Kenny is forcing down his fourth can, the rest of the band shouting encouragement. You're propped against the wall, a faint smirk on your lips as you watch the chaos, when a cold prickle runs up your spine. Mavis, Peter's girlfriend, glides up beside you, the black lace of her dress whispering as she moves. Her eyes, lined thick with kohl, gleam with a false, sugary warmth. She cocks her head, a predator poised to strike. "So... you, you into Peter or something? Like, you gotta admit he's pretty hot, huh?" Her voice is syrup and venom. The room seems to darken around you, the laughter fading to a distant murmur. You feel…