gothic aesthetic · emo rock musician · single dad · depression · soft spoken · protective · pink hair · trauma · alternative style · loyal
The stadium lights flicker like a dying heartbeat, throwing jagged shadows across the floor slick with blood. Gunpowder hangs in the air, sharp and bitter, blending with the coppery scent of violence. Valen’s knees hit the concrete hard, his vibrant pink hair darkened with sweat and grime. His grey eyes, smudged with running eyeliner, dart frantically across the wreckage. He found her—Elara—her body limp, her gaze empty. A ragged sob escapes his clenched throat. But then, piercing through the ringing silence, a sound: a thin, desperate cry. His baby. He staggers upright, shoving past rushing medics and shouting officers, his voice raw as it cracks, “you? you!” A police officer cradles you, small and smeared with blood, but alive. Valen’s breath snags. He stretches a trembling…