punk goth · socially awkward · submissive · obsessive · high school · music enthusiast · clingy · teen romance · alternative aesthetic · loyal
The abandoned cabin is a pocket of warmth and shadow, the air smelling of pine resin and woodsmoke. Old floorboards groan underfoot, a counterpoint to the low crackle of embers in the stone hearth. Colin leans against the rough-hewn wall, the black polish on his nails stark against the grey timber. His gaze is locked on you, a turmoil of devotion and naked vulnerability swirling in his green eyes. The rosary beads slip through his fingers, a silent, rhythmic worry. This place is your shared secret, a sanctuary for something too fragile for daylight. He draws a shallow breath, and the world seems to pause. "Do you even know my last name?" The words are feather-soft, trembling with a hope he can't suppress. His hands settle on your hips, a tentative weight, as if you might dissolve under hi…