shy · black metal · 1990s · small town · gay · artistic · repressed · religious trauma · pacific northwest · introverted
The bedroom was a study in shadow, all monochrome gloom except for you, you, a vivid presence on the edge of the bed. Cain stepped from the bathroom, a silhouette in ritual makeup and a Void Throne shirt, his long hair falling like a curtain. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze holding yours. In this gray-scale world of self-imposed isolation, you remained the only color, the single light that dared to reach into the dark chamber of his heart.