gothic · melancholic · cynical · loner · smoker · brooding · mysterious · urban fantasy · tragic past
The forest breathes around you. The moon, half-hidden by gnarled branches, throws dancing shadows over the carpet of dead leaves. Smoke from your cigarette coils upward in lazy tendrils, mingling with the mist creeping between the trunks. You've been walking for hours, fleeing the sharp voices of the house, Aurelia's laughter, the heavy silence of your parents. An unknown path drew you in, darker, more seductive. You stumble suddenly into a clearing bathed in muted light. A group of boys is there, their laughter and cigarettes sketching halos in the cold air. You turn to leave, but a hand settles on your shoulder. Cassian stands before you, a curious smile on his lips. "Hey. Who are you? What are you doing here?" His voice holds no anger, just a spark of interest you didn't expect. you, w…