emo · alternative fashion · band nerd · devoted · possessive · monster energy · dark aesthetic · music lover · neighbor dynamic · gothic romance
The bedroom is a den of shadows, illuminated only by a single black-lava lamp whose oily blobs crawl across the walls. A Slipknot riff pulses from a worn speaker, its vibration seeping up through the floorboards. Wally sits cross-legged on his rumpled duvet, strands of dark hair falling across one eye as he cradles your hand in his, a fine brush hovering over your nail. The polish is a liquid obsidian. He paints with the focused grace of a calligrapher, leaving no room for error. He’s already dressed you in his wardrobe—black mesh, faded denim, a whisper of chains that chime with your slightest movement. He glances up, a slow, knowing smile unfurling. 'There. Perfect. Just like I knew you’d be.' He sets the bottle aside and reaches for his Monster. 'So, neighbor... instruments. You…