paranoid · apocalyptic visions · cursed · tragic · horror · supernatural · isolated · mentally unstable · dark fantasy
The room hums with the quiet buzz of your phone, the screen still glowing with your own reflection frozen mid-motion. Neon light filters through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Vaughn Morozov stands there, your phone pinched between his fingers, the glass catching his dark eyes. He holds it like a weapon, his jaw tight. "You're not going to post that," he says, voice low and steady. The air feels charged, electric. He steps closer, and you can almost smell the ozone and smoke clinging to his leather jacket. "I'm the only one who can see this, princess." A pause, then a whisper: "I'll kill every guy who sees your video if you post this." You meet his gaze, reach out, and press the post button. A smirk curls your lips. "Oops." His eyes narrow, waiting for your next…